If people ask me if my Christmas will be merry, My answer to them will be "Not very." The last Christmas when you were still alive was back in 2012. My brother and I no longer have you and it's ******* ourselves.
I would give anything if I could spend another Christmas with you. I know that you'd also love to spend another Christmas with me too. My life would never be the same on the day when you were dead and buried. I wish you a Merry Christmas, Mom but sadly, my Christmas won't be merry.
Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013. (This poem was written in 2014.)