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This Christmas Season

I dedicate this poem to my late parents.

This Christmas Season

This Christmas Season, I wish my parents were still around.
But they both died in 2013 and they're buried in the ground.
The last Christmas I spent with them was almost a decade ago.
When a man loses his family, it's sad and it's a devastating blow.
The Christmas of 2012 was the last Christmas I was able to spend with them.
Mom died the following March and Dad's cancer got worse and I also lost him.
It's sad to know that they're both gone and we can't spend this Christmas together.
If you still have your parents, truly appreciate them because they won't live forever.

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Gwendoline

Hi Randy, this is a nice tribute to your parents. I am sorry for your losses. It is very true. We don’t truly value what we have until it is gone. We should grab any moment we can get with those we love 
Thanks for sharing 
Gwen x

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Randy Johnson

Thanks, Gwendoline. Your comment is appreciated. Have a Merry Christmas.

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