Christmas Bow…
Christmas time was coming, and what had I to give?…
A heart that beats, just for you, as long as I shall live.
I tied a bow upon my head, and watched you laugh with glee…
And then we cuddled on the couch, and this you said to me.
Oh you’re such a silly man, but touch my heart so deep…
I had a dream, you were Santa Clause, and you were just too sweet.
You kissed me while I pretended sleep, and softly crept away…
And I knew that when the morning came, somehow you’d look this way.
A love like yours I once wished for, one Christmas long ago…
Someone to keep me warm at night, when skies begin to snow.
Here you are, and you’re a sight!, you make me feel so good…
I love you now, and forever more, and longer if I could.
So save the bow, and I will know, when I look at it each year…
That this is what I wished for once, and now you’re really here.
We’ll put it on the mantel piece, so all who come can see…
That this was simply the sweetest gift, you ever gave to me.
Ron Walker November 1998
Written for Michelle, Christmas 1998. We had nothing that year, after losing everything we had, due to a work place injury. A coffee can, with a branch from a pine tree in some dirt, with little ornaments, was our tree that year. At least we had a roof, warmth, and love.
You had the important things, Ron. Those things that really matter.
Lovely poem, I bet it melted Michelle’s heart.
Best wishes, Pete.
Thank you Pete, she was asking about it a couple of days ago, so that is what brought it to mind.
I am very moved by your poem. It is refreshing to see a man express such sweet and tender words to his wife.
Thanks Elizabeth. I guess it was lucky, since I was a Cop back then, and known as “Ice Man”.
Thanks for the comment I appreciate it.
Beautiful!
Thank you Kate. Much appreciated.
Beautiful sentiments then… and I’m sure they still resonate today.
They sure do, those hard times make today much more special.
Ron ,you are such a romantic poet.Very well written & sure rec’d as well.
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Stella, All my poems were written from life experiences. Some were written at the request of others, for something they were experiencing.
What a lovely poem! Your story is sad, but you turned it into an expression of love.
Thank you Anne, for the lovely comment. If at all possible, I find turning bad moments to good, is the best medicine.
Our first tree was the tip of my grandmothers tree in a wine bottle, one red ball and the beginning of a love and marriage 52 years old. Well said my friend.
Thanks Rooster, I was sure when I wrote that piece, that there were others just like us. Simply happy to be together. I’m glad to have met you and heard your story. Congratulations on 52 years.
Omigosh, so moving, Ron. What a BIG heart you have, and what a BIG place in it your Michelle has. Love to you both for the holidays!!
Thanks Ellie, that is sweet of you.
Very touching poem like the others have said. Wow, what a sweet man you are. I hope you and Michelle are still very close. 1998, lots of water under the bridge, huh? Keep your love and kindness, its special.
So are your writings. Thanks for sharing your life on here.
Thank you Sandy, we are inseparable. It took me long enough to find her, and the last 21 years have had bumps, but we rode them out together.