The
Pitter Pat of Feet At Christmas
Tonight
I sit here in the dark
With
only the Christmas tree lights on
Thinking
back years to a time
Of
hearing the pitter pat of feet in our home
I
can see you lying on the floor
watching
the lights on the tree blink
Kicking
yout legs back and forth
Wishing
it was time for dear old St. Nick
After
a while you'd fall asleep on the floor
Thoughts
of Santa and toys filling your mind
I'd
take you to bed and kiss you goodnight
Cracking
open your eyes, you'd ask if it was time
I
no longer can hear the pitter pat of your
feet
Your
spending your Christmas in heaven each year
Sadly
we will once more spend Christmas home alone
Watching
the tree lights and wishing you were here
Doyle
Alldredge
17
December 2011
An
Angel's Christmas Wish
I
looked through the clouds and what did I
see,
The face of my mother, and her thoughts
were of me.
He eyes filled with tears and her face looked
so sad,
My wings fluttered softly and I felt so
bad;
For I could do nothing to change how she
felt,
Nor could I alter the hand fate had dealt.
My tears fell like raindrops, my heart felt
so tight,
I lifted my face to heaven and told God
of my plight,
For I can never be free just to fly,
As long as there's one lonely tear in your
eye.
My years on earth were spent to please you,
And though what has happened was not my
own choice,
The plan, my mother dear, came from a much
higher voice.
As the birthday of our Savior and Lord draws
so near,
I have a small plea I would like you to
hear,
Remember me, Mom, with happiness and smiles,
And know when you do my soul will soar miles.
My wings will be light, and my heart will
be free,
In the brightest sunshine is where you'..
see me.
~written
by Sandy Siewers ~ written in memory of
Cassandra Radke
~lovingly lifted from TCF Wabash Valley
Chapter Newsletter - 1998
Thank you Ann
Thank you Carol
Thank you Christine
Thank you Donna
Thank you Kris
Thank you Linda
Thank you Saralyn
Thank you Susie
