a Christmas Gift

my father killed me..

 my mother ate me..

 my sister anne-marie

 picked up my bones

 she put them in a box full of stones

 a box of crystal made of stars

 lay it beneath the Chritmas tree

 i was the gift they always wanted

 in heaven now i see

 how devoted they are too me

 and i feel grateful

 and i feel happy

 and now i see

 what a beautiful Christmas this would be.


M Colette♡