Christmas Alone

Christmas will be lonely without Tina my wife For she died in hospital, and she was my life. She seemed for all to start to recover But died suddenly without warning A life alone I was about to discover. It will be lonely this Christmas, lonely and cold She died so young never to grow old. I now watch others prepare for Christmas joys Out to the shops stocking up with food. Or out buying perfume, jumpers and toys. What the future holds nobody knows My love for her only grows and grows. I think of her both night and day And when I take her dog for a walk For in my heart she will always stay. I spend my time at the foot of her grave Thinking of the love to me that she gave. Of soft the times we went out for a walk, An afternoon drive in the countryside, Or sat in a café over coffee where we would talk. But Christmas will come and Christmas will go And Christmas joy to others I must still show. For Christmas is about a new born child Brought into this world so meek and so mild To bring about healing for people like me