GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PAST
The hardest part of growing older
Is losing loved ones I hold dear.
Yet somehow Christmas seems no colder,
Instead it makes me feel they're near.
When children come from far off places
To play beneath my Christmas tree,
I recognize within their faces
Others only I can see.....
With thanks and a Tip O' My Hat to my friend Ben, of Maryland, Poet, Toastmaster, and always a Bright Light on the Horizon!
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