This is my Christmas poem to my husband.

It sits on his grave with a holly wreath.

I enjoy Christmas but a bit of me will always 

think of him.

Soulmate 

Through all the memories we made

all the sad times and the triumphs too

it`s the little things I miss so much

since the angels came down for you

many adventures we shared together

some close to home, others faraway

all the fun and laughter we shared

since I set eyes on you that first day

you were such a special gentleman

that I was lucky enough to find

your bright smile and cheekiness

are missed now that I`m left behind

so as I stand here by your grave

on this crisp and wintry day

I lay this holly wreath and poem

to remember you the Christmas day

(c) Lissie Bull 2018

Merry Christmas Steve

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