Little Lost Face
Little Lost Face
Little Lost Face
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The children’s Christmas is simple and bright,
They sing the music, they laugh in the light.
Sparkling colors are a magical spell,
Their instant joy flows bubbling and well.
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But round that tree I see a space.
Beside the table an empty place.
A voice is missing, a form of grace.
The sweetness of a little lost face.
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A vacuum was left by the child who’s gone;
Though all seems right, something’s terribly wrong.
I’d give up my Christmas and gaiety fine,
To clasp that small hand again in mine.
(C) 1998 Rosemary J. Gwaltney - Poem and Photographs all rights reserved.
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