Poetry Blogs (2019, Christmas Poem)
Twas the night
Of Christmas eve
Usually I'd have
But tis the season
Of good will
Take your chance
Hitch a ride
On Santa's sleigh
Let me lap up
With a drunken
Friday 6th December 2019 9:39 pm
Mum, you are my candlelight,
my angel, and my Silent Night.
More precious than a gift of gold
who wraps me up when I am cold.
Mum, you are my Christmas Day,
my North Star, and my snow bouquet.
You are my joy, my verse, my rhyme,
who I love more each Christmas time.
Thursday 17th December 2015 9:38 am