Close to the Holiday
Terri Ann Bostian 4/28/71 - 7/18/02
The tears are coming back again
Close to the Holiday
The one that we would buy our kids
the toys. So they could play.
Most people call it Christmas
A time to love and give
But you're no longer with me
Your body wouldn't live
It gave out from the sickness
That you had within your parts
Your liver and your kidneys died
Along with your warm heart
The heart I fell in love with
So many years ago
Is no longer beside me
Again I feel alone
I miss you most of all
around this Holiday
The smile that was upon your face
when watching the kids play
The gifts we gave each other
Showed love for you and me
And though you're gone I love you still
my heart's in misery
I miss you Princess everyday
There's depression in my head
I never will forget the words
We said each night at bed.
Author's note:
Terri and I had a routine at bed time each night before we sleep. It went exactly like this.
I'd say: "Goodnight Princess"
She'd say: "Goodnight Snuggles"
I'd say: "I love you"
She'd say: "I love you"
I'd say: "Bunches"?
She'd say: "AND BUNCHES"
Then we'd go to sleep.
I miss my Princess so much.
By: Ira G. Bostian IV
Written: 12/10/06
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