keithgarrettpoetry

               

                                                                                                       BEFORE CHRISTMAS


                                                                                 I loved this time of year,  Christmas is coming,



                                                                               Looking out of the window was a favorite thing.



                                                                              I loved looking at the colorful lights on the tree,



                                                                            I went to bed last, tired and worn down from time.



                                                                          Before Christmas I had my long physical life you see,



                                                                        I died last night, Before Christmas I died, I went away.



                                                                      I knew I was leaving, there was no sadness as I felt free,



                                                                         When Christmas comes I will be with him in heaven, 



                                                                     The one I lost and now have joined together for all time.

                                                        Keith Garrett