ANGELS NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
"VISIT WITH LUKE"
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
My emotions were stirring, no one to arouse.
The stockings were hung from the chimney with care.
One stocking seemed lonely... my child wasn't there.
I was sleepy and nestled all snug in my bed
While visions of heaven danced in my head.
I dreamt of heavenly gifts he'd unwrap,
As I settled my brains for a heavenly nap.
Since the day that he died my life had been shattered.
There was nothing much left that seemed really to matter.
I dosed off to sleep but awoke to a flash.
"Could this light be my child?" myself I did ask.
Then as I gazed out at the new fallen snow.
"What was that light?" I wanted to know!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a beautiful angle with luminous hair.
This angel was happy so lively and quick.
I knew in a moment my child wasn't sick.
More rapid than eagles his angel friends came
And he softly and tenderly called them by name.
They all stood before me in the snow and the wind
As I heard in the night the sweet message they send.
They want us to know that they heard our sad call
And they're really okay, not to worry at all.
As prayers that are prayed to heaven on high,
When they meet with a teardrop, mount to the sky.
So up to the clouds the angles they flew.
With a message of love for me and for you.
And then in a twinkling, they returned with their love.
They were dancing and prancing right up above.
Then all the angels, they flew to the ground.
One entered of my home without making a sound.
He was dressed all in white from his head to his foot.
And his clothes were all glowing and he carried a book.
Great feathery wings he had on his back.
As he opened his book I sighed and I gasped.
His eyes how they twinkled his smile was so merry.
His cheeks were like roses but I was so weary.
Then he gave me the answers I needed to know.
His fluttering wings were as white as the snow.
As I stood there and watched him I felt a great peace
And a halo encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a sweet face and a wonderful grin
That beamed when he laughed from his ears to his chin.
His hair was so radiant and appeared to be silk.
I cried when I saw him in spite of myself.
The spark in his eyes and the glow 'round his head,
Soon gave me to know that he wasn't so dead.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
As he checked off my name in his book... under HURT.
He looked at me gently and smiled as time froze.
He gave me a hug and to the clouds he arose.
He joined his new friends and he gave a soft whistle
And away they all flew like a sudden dismissal.
But I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight...
"Mom, we're visiting all grieving parents tonight."
© 2002 - Christine Ross
© Revised 2006
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