A Poem

This was in an e-mail from the brainstem chat group. It's sad but comforting at the same time, especially as I miss Woan so this Christmas. Lyan reminded me yesterday, while laying flowers for Woan, that she's been gone almost a year and a half. But it's still very painful to be thinking of her leaving us.

This poem was written by a 13 year old boy who died of a brain tumor that he
had battled four years. He died on December 14, 1997. He gave this to his
mom before he died. His name was Ben.

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
But the sounds of music can't compare
with the Christmas choir up here.

I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me,
I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away,
We really aren't apart.

So be happy for me, dear ones,
You know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.

I sent you each a special gift,
from my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.

After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other
as my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessing
or love he has for each of you.

So have a Merry Christmas
and wipe away that tear

Remember,
I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.