©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson
You are not on my Christmas list.
A sadder truth was never told.
Your dear name vanished in the mist
with nary a git to wrap in gold
and no vestige of you to hold.
Death comes so quickly in the night
and leaves so little in its wake,
drives loved ones cruelly from our sight
with none of give and much of take.
My list is absent you. I break.