Dear Santa
My parents are long gone
It's strange I never can be
Someone's child anymore
Only wife, mom or sister, you see
I'm too big to make a list
But I want to write you this
The past year was so very sad
Another loved one I must miss
I miss my two brothers
Why did they had to die
Now my precious son past away
And I never could say goodbye
Is it possible, dear Santa
For grown ups to make a wish?
Then I don't wish for presents
I only ask you this
I'm so longing for a voice
That comforts me like before
A voice that softly whispers
Child, you don't have to cry anymore.
© Lieve Boons 2008
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