Below is a poem I wrote several years ago , enjoy …

The Gift

Each December as I am traveling down the hill I find my eyes looking to the side of the road, where a man once died

And if I close my eyes, I can imagine the woman kneeling there, leaving her remembrance as she cried

No one really knows what happened for sure that night, drinking, or weather or riding that motorcycle to fast

The only thing I do know for sure, is that she had a love for him that seems to last

Many years have gone by, but each year she leaves something there, on that little cross

A bit of ribbon, a flower, shining tinsel, a symbol of her loss

And when I see that, my sight blurs with tears

But not because I am sad, but rather filled with warmth by this special love that goes on after so many years

It would not seem like Christmas somehow if I didn’t see that little cross dressed with care

It represents what Christmas is to me, a time of family and loved ones, a time to share

I have never seen this man who died, have never seen his face

And I never met this woman and yet she touches my heart in s special place

She verifies my own feelings about undying love and devotion

My beliefs about love and commitment and my own emotion

Her little gift of love, far more special then any other Christmas present could ever be

A little treasure sitting on the side of the road for the entire world to see

It says to me that even after the body and the soul are gone

Love is powerful and enduring and the memories in our heart allows it to go on

I hope someday I can tell this woman, the warmth she has placed in my heart

I admire her so for her ability to love even after he did depart

I look at my own family, my loved ones, and I cherish them so

And I thank this woman, this special stranger that I don’t even know

Because every time I see that cross and the remembrance there, it means Christmas to me

That little symbol of love she leaves for the rest of us to see

Please don’t cry for this is not a sad story but a story of a love that lasted forever

And in the end someday they will be joined once more and be for always together…

Dedicated to this woman who I don’t know and yet she has touched

me in a special way and I somehow feel connected to her...This

story is true and she has been leaving something on that spot

every year since her loved one died...

S. L. E aka Purr