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GIVE ME A SPECIAL GIFT THIS YEAR
by Fay Harden
The mother of a dead child
will always weep
at Christmas time.
On that you can depend.
No matter how many people
or how many presents
the pulsating void that seems too large
for her heart to hold,
keeps on drawing her attention
back to the child who's missing.
As others laugh and play
her thoughts fly away
to Christmases past
or a lonely cemetery,
To a face her heart aches to be kissing.
The face of the child who's missing.
Reprinted with permission from *THANATOS*
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