IT IS CHRISTMAS AND HE IS DEAD

I gave birth to three children. Two boys, one girl, both boys are dead from separate automobile accident. It has been a long time, but it is another holiday. This poem is about one of them, the youngest. I will not be down and continue mourning because others need cheering. It is never the same as it should be when one or more of the family is missing from the festivities of a Holiday. All mothers love their children, at least in my mind.

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