Paper Ring Cutouts

The snow outside’s falling

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The snow outside’s falling,
A white jubilee,
No lights will be blinking
On her Christmas tree.

Paper ring cutouts
From years now gone by,
A styrofoam angel
The years mummified.

No gifts with fine paper,
No ribbons and bows,
No warmth from the fire,
Just frayed cotton throws.

There’s no one to talk to
In the big easy chair,
It’s been how many years
With nobody there.

The mines took her husband,
The war took her son,
A drunk claimed her daughter
And only grandson.

The frames on her mantle
Are dusty and cracked,
But the photos within
Hold her memories intact.

She prays everyday
As she rocks back and forth,
She prays to her Savior
Her God and her Lord.

She never is bitter
Nor does she blame,
For His will is done
In His Holy name.

She smiles on the inside,
She’s never alone.
Her house may be empty,
His heart is her home.

She knows that one-day
She’ll stand on the hill,
One day He will bring her
The gift of His will.

At that faith-filled moment,
The angels will sing
From the paper ring cutouts
On her Christmas tree…..