Slowly It Approaches, And Then It Is Gone

Slowly, Christmas approaches,
Day by day it nears,
Coming ever so slowly,
Nearly bringing me to tears.

This is the second Christmas,
Without my mom around,
It was just over a year ago,
We put her in the ground.

With each coming day,
While everyone’s at play,
I sit here, still I mourn,
The day that I was born.

The day that I was born,
Such an odd day of the year,
A day that all the children,
Run around in pretended fear.

Now it has come and gone,
That day that shines so bright,
Alighting each and every home,
Even through the night.

I must accept that she is gone,
But life just doesn’t end there,
New traditions have now been made,
Without my mother there.

– van –