Its Christmas time once again…
There is still inconceivable grief,
mourning mixed with joy and a pain
that is never brief.
Anguish underneath the labyrinth of
holiday lights longs for the emptiness
to go away; and renewed happiness to
fill the night.
I hide endless pain beneath a smiling face;
because my fragile gifts from God are no
longer with me; now in a distant and heavenly
Place.
ann johnson-murphree 
I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how the holidays must be. This surely flew straight to your loves in heaven.
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Thanks Chatter, lost two children one day apart in 2010, but we are left behind to continue our journey…my “attempts” at writing is how I survive. Happy Holidays, Ann
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I cannot fathom this. My heart aches for you. I’m glad you are here writing. And surviving.
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We must try to go day by day. Ann
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That is courage.
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You give me always, ad a gift, wonderful words. Thanks Ann, also for visiting my blog, so different than yours.
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It is my joy to do so, I have tried to “copy” many of your dishes, I send them to my sister in Alabama, who “is” the family cook, but I can boil water, :-)…Happy Holidays. Ann
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Season’s Greetings to you and your sister, Ann!
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Thank you for stopping by and may you have a wonderful holiday. Ann
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