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My Real Christmas Wish...

With the presents wrapped and under the tree,
After dishes were done-
I was scrubbing the sink.
Thats when it hit me-
That one Christmas wish.
It wasnt on my list.

For it cannot be bought.
No ribbon, no tinsel, not even a bow-
This wish is impossible,
Out of stock and out of time.
This Christmas wish could never be mine.

The wish that came to me,
There at the sink.
Was to see them again.
To talk with them,
To know what they think.
This year seems worse-
The ache and the pain.
Its constantly there,
But this years not the same.

To see my grandparents again
To ask them those questions of the past I dont know.
All I have are old photos,
Of when they were young.
Those stories arent mine,
And of those I would ask,
To know what they think of the changes from the past.

To have grandpa meet hubby,
And sister-in-law.
To have him meet my nephew,
To sit there in awe.
One more whiff of his cologne,
One more denture-less kiss.
These are the silly things that I most miss

To see grandma again-
To hold her hand,
To speak to her of her childhood,
Of when she met him.
To ask of her painting,
And stories back when.
To smell her perfume-
And dress up in her jewelry.

All the things Ill never get to ask-
Of this I am sure.
But what I really want for Christmas,
Is to see them once more.
Theyre both peaceful memories,
Smiling from long ago pictures.
Someday- Ill see them again,
And I know-
That will make me happy,
Like so long ago.
And now I stop to think,
All of this came to me, there
At their sink.