My son turns 10 on the 24th of December,
And this holiday will mark the first,
A Christmas for us all to remember,
But for my son it shall be the worst,
We'll not spend the holidays at home this year,
No decorations, no tree, no lights,
There will be no singing of Christmas cheer,
A Christmas away from home is not right,
We cannot celebrate the birth of my son,
The way that I think we should,
Or even the birth of the holy one,
The way we normally would,
But this is the first that we will have had,
Outside of our normal life,
Though it really makes me sad,
And fills my heart with strife,
I know that what I did was right,
In sending my son away,
But I cry myself to sleep at night,
Wondering if he'll come home one day,
Dear lord I know these are days of joy,
The days of my sons and your birth,
But I cannot rejoice the loss of my boy,
And Lord, for what it is worth,
Please help him to get better real quick,
And let him come home to me,
For the sorrow I feel is making me sick,
And pain is all I can see,
For our family Christmas will not be the same,
Not what it once used to be,
No joy in our home no rejoicing your name,
Without my son joy never be,
As you can see this is a holiday without,
The first of what may become more,
A new beginning of what its about,
As joy ends and sorrows now soar.
Author: K Ball
12/21/2002
