CHEERS IN TEARS

It’s time again for Christmas Cheer,
But as we close two thousand one
I find upon my cheek a tear
Which surely weighs at least a ton.

For she who made of me a poet,
Dancing, singing, in my heart,
Though she’s with God, and I know it,
Physically we are apart!

Lonely nights like this are tough;
It seems that they will never end,
And even memories are rough,
Recalling lover, confidant, friend.

But - leaving me, she left a gift,
Framed in words so strong and kind;
Words that give a constant lift:
“Press on, Dear Oj, with strength and mind.”

So God, receive this Christmas Gift,
A gift You long have loaned to me,
This soul who always gave a lift,
Wherever need should chance to be.

You gave your Son; I give my wife,
Christmas gifts to heaven and earth,
Both leading to Eternal Life,
Through her death, and by His birth.

I’m sure the angels now rejoice
As Dorothy joins that heavenly throng,
And blends with theirs her alto voice,
Help Somebody” is her song.

May angels then sing loud and clear
That Jesus Christ, Our Lord, is born,
And grant me grace that I may hear
My Dorothy’s voice this Christmas morn.