I stand there at your grave side
Underneath me your asleep
I tell you all my wishes
And silently I weep
I tell you all the gossip
As I bend down on one knee
Happy memories of years gone by
As upon your grave I place a tree
A mini tree of christmas
Dusted with some snow
I talk about my children
And tell you how they grow
I can feel you all around me
Can picture you with a smile
You wicked sense of humour
Fills me for a while
As I turn to leave you
My silent tears do fall
Cause to have you here this christmas
Would be the greatest gift of all
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 10:21 AM UTC
I stand there at your grave side
Underneath me your asleep
I tell you all my wishes
And silently I weep
I tell you all the gossip
As I bend down on one knee
Happy memories of years gone by
As upon your grave I place a tree
A mini tree of christmas
Dusted with some snow
I talk about my children
And tell you how they grow
I can feel you all around me
Can picture you with a smile
You wicked sense of humour
Fills me for a while
As I turn to leave you
My silent tears do fall
Cause to have you here this christmas
Would be the greatest gift of all
Michelle Quick copyright 2010