Christmas Moon

You’re so far away
this Christmas.
There’s no angel
atop the tree.
For the only angel
I wish for is you
to come home to me.

There’s an empty chair
at the table.
To match the empty space
in my heart.
It just isn’t Christmas.
If we must spend
Christmas apart.

I don’t know the
rules in heaven.
Can you visit?
Is it too soon?
If you find it’s
an impossible task.
Let’s meet on the
Christmas moon.

You can look down
from heaven.
And I’ll look up
from here.
I’ll play our favorite
Christmas song.
And we’ll sing it
together there.

© Phyllis Weeks Rogers 12/15/2018

Header photo: flikr.com.

 

 

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