Empty Hearts
On a brisk December morning
Children dreamt of Holiday delights
A vile storm was brewing
To extinguish 27 lights
Little sisters with their new clothes
Little boys in wintry white
A storm thick was waiting
To extinguish 27 lights
The end of a new day
Who could see the darkest spite
A storm now was ready
To extinguish 27 lights
As the stars are just dawning
Look up high in the night
They are singing others playing
Missed, Precious 27 lights
Empty Stockings
27 stockings hung…
My empty heart
Joins you on the pyre
Feelings are completely rung
no hope of life’s gift
of your love I am bereft
perhaps…
If I flung
myself before finality did start
into memory’s fire
flames would purify and lift
casting this pain adrift
…alas
No presents slung
On Santa’s jolly cart
can satisfy under ache so dire
no happy hugs to sift
this cold pale Christmas
~ Leslie Moon
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