Sad Christmas
Christmas
is a bitter day
For mothers
who are poor,
The wistful
eyes of children
Are daggers
to endure.
Though
shops are crammed with playthings
Enough
for everyone.
If a mother’s
purse is empty
There
might as well be none.
My purse
is full of money
But I
cannot buy a toy;
Only a
wreath of holly
For the
grave of my little boy.
Author
~Earl C. Willer
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