It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Christmas melodies fill the air.
But one thing, dear Mother, is most clear:
It’s the fact that you’re not here.

Throughout the year the business of living
Occupies my time.
And I treasure the scattered moments
when I feel you near my side.

Yet, Christmastime is different:
You are everywhere:
In the music
In the holly
In the memories
In the trees
In the presents
In the ribbon
In everything I see.

You’re in the pleasant scents,
And In the Christmas mints.
I see you in all the twinkling eyes.
I even find you in the pumpkin pies.

My heart feels as if it might break
With the heaviness of the weight —
Seeing you everywhere, yet nowhere
In the season of Christmastime.

Never able to hear your voice,
to share my triumphs and concerns,
to grab a hug or a quick phone call
Or celebrate what I have learned.

I know you’re here, precious Mother
Beside me day-by-day:
My angel on this earth
Looking after me on my way.

So until we meet again, my Mama
I will celebrate you where-ever I see you
Each day throughout the year,
And most of all at Christmastime