Momma, you are with the angels and at peace, I know.
But at the same time, dear mother, can’t help but miss you so.

Every Christmas song, I hear, that you loved so dearly,
Churns my emotions; heavy is my heart, my eyes are teary.

Your picture is on our mantel, a lit candle glows next to you.
Sometimes I think you smile, when the flame flickers and moves.

It depends on my mood, if I think you look happy or sad,
But your eyes seem to say, “I’m at peace and oh, so very glad..”

I hear your soft voice whisper, “dry your tears, there is no need to cry.
Enjoy the gift of life, and live, live, live, don’t mourn, please no more sigh.

Feel the Christmas cheer within your home and deep within your heart,
And feel I’m with you, my dear, for my love will never ever part.