



Candles
glow upon us
This special Christmas morn
Joined in adoration
Day that Christ was born
Quiet falls upon us
Heads are bowed in prayer
Those who are not with us
Their spirits always near
Hear the sounds of Christmas
In words we read this day
Miracle of glory
Within our hearts will stay
Moments we will treasure
That fill our souls with love
In voices joined together
As Angels watch above
Christmas joys and blessings
With peacefulness we share
Commemorating Jesus
In most evoking prayer
Bless us Lord Almighty
With peace from up above
As we recite the story
Of never ending love.

~
Francine
Pucillo
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©used
with permission, Nov 29, 2002
Read more of her poetry here.


Christmas 2003

Christmas is coming once again.
Our 7th. without you Jason I still pretend, your just away, I say it every day. deep in my soul I know it’s true. but I’m still on the human side of this. and I miss you so. I know you had bigger plans. Your could not stay, your work on earth was through.
You had things to do, and places to go.... Did I mention that I miss you so very much each day. you are closer now than way back then… Your just a thought away.... I know that’s true…but It doesn’t help my “missing you”

We miss your laughter…and your smile.

the joy that you brought our lives. you touched so many hearts while here.
you left us all behind…that night. You did not go alone. You bravely crossed into Heaven I guess it was “your time” Your physically gone my dear son.... but you are NOT departed. Thank you for keeping in touch.
Your here with me, we'll trim the tree. Remembering times before. My tears will fall as I recall Sweet memories of long ago. Love you Babe.....


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Heaven's Children

Do you suppose they meet
like us to
lend support and love? As we assemble, do they
gather,
too, watching from up above?

Do you suppose they ask
our God to
care for parent's, here? Just as we beseech Him
to hold our children
dear?

Do you suppose, among
themselves, they comfort one another? When they see
deep grief
consume their father or their mother?

Do you suppose
together, they wipe away their tears? Holding hands
as we do,
to cleanse away our
fears?

Do you suppose they
listen to
the breaking hearts we share? As well tell our
stories
our tragedies laid
bare?

And, do you suppose they
know the truth, these children whom we adore? Knowing
fully that God's
love in
abundance He will outpour?

And do you suppose they
understand far better than we mortals? That peace,
and joy and soul's
content await us at the portals?

And, do you suppose until
the day they see us face to face. They're tugging on
God's
heartstrings to keep us in His grace?

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