Poem

Poem

Handwritten poem, two verses reflecting on the way they used to celebrate Christmas with friends and family and now someone is missing.

One page with handwritten text

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Christmas has always been spent by my family in the good old traditional way.
The relating of cards and sending of greeting to friends near and far before the day and the reunion of a happy circle of friends whom the festive day itself.
For years we gathered together the same faces with additions but never losses then one Christmas one face was missing one place empty.

Happy round the fire we’re sitting
Yet there is one empty chair
And our heart do dwell a moment
On the loved one who’s not there
Mill our hearts aren’t sad and lonely
Tho his place can ne’er be filled
For on earth he was gods soldier
And he went when e’er he willed
Sometime somewhere we’ll meet again
And we know when that day
We shall find him just as happy
As the time he went away