Saturday, January 02, 2010

For the Angels

With sorrowful reflection and in honor of those we miss at Christmas...

I stand before a Christmas tree
and listen for music from Holidays past
longing for choruses chanting joyful refrains
laced with good cheer and joy
with laughter currents and simple words
and friendship abounding
in colored ribbons and candy canes.
But those voices are no longer heard,
we placed them in eternity's arms
and prayed they would treated with love.
My heart hurts.
No cards arrive, laughter silenced.
The air is still and empty
awaiting the chorus of Angels.

Copyright 2010 JO Janoski


  1. This is the sadest time of year for loved ones we miss. Your poem is poinant and passionate!

  2. This was very touching! Hope all is well with you!