Army Mom’s Safe Haven


Ah, it's too cruel
to think of passings in December;
with the winter deepening,
it pains us to remember.

The very air is frigid
and the shadows are long
We're too sad and tired
to sing a Christmas song...

It never gets easier
but the aching subsides –
life does move on
like the cold ocean tides

Moving forward,
then receding,
sometimes muddy,
sometimes clear;

Blessings to those
at this time of year
whose hearts are still missing;
that someone so dear.

©Copyright December 8, 2005 by Christina