Gone too soon
I was left in the cold
No one minded
Saying you were too old
My last gift, I could never give to you
I held onto it, not knowing what else to do
As the weeks passed, I had no clue
There was one left for me, given by you
As the bells of Christmas Eve gave way
To sound out Christmas Day
A light shower of white filled the night
Unbelievable to my eyes was the sight
That lifelong wish only one person could have known
A sign from you to reminder me that I was not alone
Our last Christmas may technically have been the prior year
Yet this final gift was a sign you were still near
That one winter’s night I will always remember
That even time and space could not severe
The bond we built, forged with tough love
As you continue to watch me from the heavens above
About the Creator
Noelle Holly
I am a lonesome dove sharing tales spanning a variety of genres. I don't limit my storytelling to the confines of a niche. I write what I'm compelled to share by the source of the universe that feeds my imagination. Curious yet?
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The Only Rule
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The earthly angel stared at the knob. The words echoed repeatedly in her mind. She didn’t understand why she was told this. She could hear the charming masculine voice on the other side tempting her, coaxing her to open it. All the answers to all her questions were well within her reach. All her mistakes could be undone if she simply answered the knock. The rhythm matched that of a heartbeat. A very steady and persistent beating in her eardrum.
By Noelle Hollyabout a year ago in Horror
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Nice but kind of sad poem. Well Done!!!
Oh, have a peaceful Christmas!