spirit, love , life, christmas |
this christmas the razor makes a hushed rough noise as it scrapes the whiskers from my face then i shuffle through the house the sound almost makes me laugh i keep my chuckles in my head the living sleep so close to waking. we have so filled this house too much stuff i told you once i dont think so now snap shots of every where we went or sometimes when we stayed home the oldest of christmas cards the newest of gadgets i think that is my peanut butter finger print on the toaster i always got up early i liked to shave all by myself knowing you were still warm in bed right there our bed i am looking at you now sleeping here i am the one who passed but you are my angel i want you to know baby i could not give up this season, not yet let me whisper this truth into your soul then i am going to wait for you in time in spirit and every time you laugh i have to kiss your cheek please dont wake too soon the truth that i have found is that baby we are christmas i love you .................... sleep had been so difficult finally rest had come all of heaven watched as she curled up to the pillow, his pillow no one on either side made mention of the tiny dark whiskers or how they settled on her skin |