First Christmas

Silent night, holy night,

Little angel, taken flight

Forever gone and on your own,

Left your mother so alone.


First Christmas

A Christmas stocking with your name,

Memories I can't reclaim.

No more presents, no surprise,

Reflected in your shing eyes.

Tinsel, sparkle-all seem sad,

Three Christmases were all you had.

Gently haunting-your sweet ghost,

The happy times I miss you most.

Joanetta Hendel, TCF

Greater Indianapolis, IN