Your Last Christmas

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For Matthew
I remember
That Christmas
Your last
I don’t remember
What we ate
Or what we drank
I remember you
That Christmas
Your last
I remember
Sitting next to you
Your lean and wiry frame
I remember your eyes
So brown, that Christmas
Your last
I remember your hand
My son’s hand
Bigger than mine
I remember I wondered
At years fast gone
When new born
I held you hand
I remember your laughter
So deep, that Christmas
Your last
Christmas,
New Year
Then you were gone
Now Christmas comes again
And I remember
Remember

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