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Christmas Present

December Second

Someones Sister
I saw the Ghost of Christmas past, glide by our lighted tree.

Her arms were filled with dolls and toys and all were meant for me.

I sensed the rustle of her skirt her blouse was trimmed with lace, and

when she turned to smile at me she wore my mother's face.

How swiftly fly the rainbow years, like splintered shafts of light, as

fragile, as the gentle ghosts' who whispers in the night.

I draw my children into my arms and hold this moment fast, against

the time my face will be their ghosts of Christmas past.

Merry Christmas to all.

Johnette Barnes Miller

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  • I wrote of dread and doom again last week about her oldest son and his son William Jr.
  • This has been a horrific holiday for me is so hard since I lost my sister and my best friend.
  • She had a sight and left this for me to find and just, as soon, as I did I knew what to do. RIP John
This actually came to pass. She passed the weekend after her birth and left a boy fifteen for me. He sees me now and then with questions of his mother he loved so dear. I tell him everything we talked about and what she told me to do about it.

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  • donna moore12/19/2008

    beautiful tribute. I have never lost a sibling, but I have buried a husband and 2 sons, I fell for your loss..Thank you for sharing, God Bless

  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA12/7/2008

    very nice sister :)

  • Jennifer Wagner12/6/2008

    Very nice. I'm sure you sister would be very proud.

  • tinkerbell brown12/5/2008

    this is a good one..love it!

  • Jack Nutter12/4/2008

    Thought provoking! Delightful! Prescience or presumption?

  • George12/2/2008

    SO HEART FELT

  • Charlotte Kuchinsky12/2/2008

    Great words to be sure.

  • MADAM BUTTERFLY12/1/2008

    GREAT TRIBUTE AND LOVING WORDS...LOVE YA SIS!

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