Thursday 10th December

A festive wreath for your resting place,
Tinsel and baubles tied with love.
Santa Claus and a red robin too.
Are you smiling down from up above?

Standing beside you as it gently rains,
We wish we had your hand to touch.
Then we could so quietly whisper,
That we love and miss you very much.

Jingle bells around your wooden cross,
Gently tinkling as the wind does blow.
My heart is broken, tears are falling.
Why was it the time for you to go?

I’m missing you, my sweet Angel,
Missing you each hour of every day.
Your laugh, smile, and naughtiness,
I love you more than words can say.

It’s Thursday.
I remember.
I miss you.
I love you.

xxxxx