""IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN""
It's that TIME again,
to remember when.
The year 1973 and freezing cold
when you were only 7 months old.
It's that TIME again,
to remember when.
Your favorite Christmas, 9 years old,
brand new bikes, if only I had known.
It's that TIME again,
to remember when.
Christmas now 35 years later,
and my pain sometimes is greater.
It's that TIME again,
to remember when.
This, the fifth December since you left,
and somehow, we still do our best.
It's that TIME again,
to remember when.
Our fun loving shopping trips,
never a Christmas, did we skip.
It's that TIME again,
to remember when.
How terribly sad I am without you,
not only at Christmas, the whole year through.
It's that TIME again,
to remember when.
My family so very wonderfully complete,
last Christmas of 2003, never to repeat.
It's that TIME again,
to remember when.
The True Reason For The Season!!!
IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN!!!!
""Christmas 2008""
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""A TIME TO REMEMBER""
Christmas has always been the best "TIME" of year.
A great "TIME" of celebration, shopping
and good cheer.
Children begin working on their most important
"WANT" lists.
And to receive their chosen gifts, most children
do surely insist.
The "TIME" of December will flow into Heavenly
colorful nights,
The glistening white fallen snow will blanket
trees of all heights.
Past Christmas "TIME" memories we so very much
treasure,
Reminiscing to the "TIMES" of old, what a delightful
pleasure.
Maybe a special Christmas Day is
"A TIME TO REMEMBER,"
as the hands of "TIME" each year bring forth another
December.
Grieving the loss of our child will forever change
Christmas as was
Our family saddened, as Christmas "TIME"
is now just because.
Frosty mornings, the cold harsh winter air bites
us as we stare,
for only moments in "TIME." wishing we could
somehow go back there.
When our children made their famous debut in
the church Christmas play.
Portraying Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus and His Blessed Birth on Christmas Day.
Ah-h-h-h. . . . . . . . "A TIME TO REMEMBER."
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""SPECIAL TIMES TO REMEMBER""
Our lives seemingly revolve around the essence of
"TIME."
A TIME TO REMEMBER, those wonderful,
yet bittersweet
memories, inevitably crowd our minds.
Amazing is the magic of the sand as it flows ever so
gently in an hour glass.
The quiet flow will measure Present Time between the
Future and the Past.
An agonizing journey of grief we have to bear
and the harsh reality with absolutely no choice,
after the passing of our own child.
Indescribable are the days to follow, as we strive to
live with the pain and suffering, even a short while.
A TIME TO REMEMBER, our memories, surviving,
we managing in our own way, somehow, to live on.
Without A TIME TO REMEMBER, never could
we arise in the morning, to capture the heavenly
beauty of the early dawn.
We will choose cautiously, wisely, those special
TIMES TO REMEMBER,
and wonderful memories of the many past
Christmas years in the month of December
Great SPECIAL TIMES TO REMEMBER,
our child's first step, first tooth, first word.
Reminiscing to that glorious sound of our child
singing with the sweetest voice we ever heard.
But every realm of life is forever governed by the term,
"TIME," (when,)
it is time to sleep, wake, eat, work, cry, grieve,
mourn, again and again.
"TIME" rules our means of travel, by the hours
and then by the days.
A TIME TO REMEMBER, memories of the past,
maybe good, maybe bad but always with us to stay.
More importantly, the hands of " TIME"
will gradually lessen our pain,
Not to come to terms with the loss of our child,
many years and “TIME” remain.
As "TIME" continues by seconds, minutes, hours, days,
months, years,
we will treasure A TIME TO REMEMBER,
and in turn, dry our tears
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