Christmas

The Christmas tree went up again,
as the day was drawing to a close,
excitement filled our house,
but no one mentioned that Child thst We had lost,
instead We talked Our voices full of cheer,
and as we sat to dinner on the day when Christmas came,
We took to remember that child,
as the sparkling flame that burned upon those Christmas lights and helped to cook the food,
and everything we remembered about her was good,
and I remembered how I used to hold her on my knee,
I looked up then and saw her,
as an angel on the Christmas tree.

By Michelle Bradley
Dec. 2000