Standing by my baby's grave here on Christmas Eve
While other families are rejoicing I can only grieve.
Tomorrow it will be a year since she's gone away.
My eighteen month old daughter passed away on Christmas Day.
So, while the world rejoices for a Christ child that was born.
Happiness eludes me for it is my time to mourn.
I think of other mothers with their babies at their breast.
But, empty are my arms tonight, my baby's laid to rest.
I know there must be other mothers who have felt this pain.
And wonder how they kept from going totally insane.
I thought about the Virgin's child so many years gone by.
The first time that she held Him She knew He was born to die.
She was a special lady so the Christmas story reads.
But, She had angels sent from God that helped to soothe her needs.
I stand alone beside this grave in the Christmas snow.
This pain I suffer by myself no one will ever know.
The hour's growing late now soon it will be Christmas Day.
I turn to go and quietly I hear a soft voice say.
You're not alone the Angels know your pain and why you grieve.
But, be content she's safely in our arms . . . this Christmas Eve.
© 1998 James A. Kisner
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