Dr Henry Walton 'Indiana' Jones by Adam Cann |
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The Absent Gift: A Christmas Haunting
In the silence of the winter night,
A father weeps, without a sight
Of his beloved children, far away,
Their laughter gone, his heart astray.
No holly or ivy can ease his pain,
No carol or song can break his chain,
He longs to hold them close and tight,
To feel their love, their warmth and light.
His memories are all that remain,
Of the days they'd sing and dance in the rain,
Of the nights they'd gather by the tree,
With smiles and hugs so full of glee.
Now the shadows loom, the candles fade,
As he sits alone, in an empty glade,
Whispering their names into the dark,
Hoping his love can reach them, like a spark.
For in his heart they still reside,
A flame that burns, and will not subside,
A bond unbroken, through time and space,
A father's love, that none can replace.
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