Memories tug at her frayed heartstrings
As she looks at the various things
Stored in the attic since last Christmas.
Santa's first ornament for her son, Nicholas.
Faded tinsel from previous years,
Hangs to the ornament that brings her to tears.
One paper snowflake made years ago
Now more important than presents tied with a bow.
Uneven letters displaying her only child's name.
Christmas will never be the same.
She caress the words "Mommy" with a shaky finger
As past Christmas memories linger,
Of her freckled faced boy
Who brought her so much joy.
A son who will never grow old.
Her story has often been told;
Where Mothers sit and cry
Passionately asking why
People drink and drive.
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