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