One Christmas Eve

A short poem about an old man on Christmas Eve. Sadly this one reminds me far too much of She Will Return but I hope this one can shine it's own light.

Every Christmas eve she came to me

 

Through the black of night and frost she would weave

 

On this very night I wait again

 

For each time she returns the more her form seems to wane

 

She will always come back, this I know

 

Even on nights my heart feels so low

 

I rock in her old chair, with each creak a prayer

 

The time comes close, at the stroke of twelve at the most

 

I listen long into that frost filled night

 

The sounds of freezing winds make me feel so benight

 

  My love, my darling please be alright

 

On this night, the eve of Christmas white

 

She does not come, but I must go

 

Through ice, frost, fire I do not know

 

For what I do, she will be there when I arrive

 

Because she knows my heart she cannot deprive

 

She will always be with me, this I know

Reviews

[Shawna]

Holidays can be a painful time of year, especially when we connect a memory to them. This is beautifully sad. Very well done!