I Remember the Christmas My Mother Cried

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This Poem was written for the family by my brother Arthur Loveland, and it is a true story.

We are a big family, with 8 boys and one girl, and we are all still very close.

I remember the Christmas my mother cried,
There were my two brothers and I by her side,
That winter was hard of that there was no doubt.
We had all done odd jobs to help the family out,
Dad was not well he was feeling the strain,
As most years he would make us a fort or a train.

This night we came in from out of the cold,
We had been singing carols to get money to lighten the load.
Our box was quite heavy we knew we had done well,
we ran into Mum just dying to tell.
How much we had made, to us it was just fun,
But to Mum it was everything she could wish from a son.

That's when we saw the tears start to flow, they made a smear as they rolled down her face.
But she had no make-up to put out of place, just a warm lovely smile, of lipstick no trace.
That Christmas was special in fact one of the best, it must have been, because I have forgotten the rest.
There was one thing we learnt on that Christmas Eve, that is much nicer to give than to receive.

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