"I miss you! my 5 precious stars," a mother's cry....
Their absence is echoing... creating her a silent scars.
Beneath twinkling lights, a tearful prayer mars,
A mother's love, reaching for you beyond the stars.

In the celebration of the night, a mother weeps,
Five precious stars in her heart, their memory keeps.
The echoes of laughter and the warmth of their embrace,
In solitude, she finds solace, a bittersweet grace.

Merry Christmas to all, the world may say,
But in her heart is a different melody may play.
Each twinkling light on the tree is a tear in her eye,
As she longs for the voices that once echoed nigh.

Oh, Christmas tree adorned with shimmering light,
Casting shadows on walls, in the quiet of night.
Gifts wrapped with care, each one is a token,
In the stillness, a mother's love is unspoken.

The table set for one, but her heart is a crowded space,
A mother's love transcends time and place.
Through the wintry night, she pens a silent song,
A lullaby for her absent children, where they belong.

Merry Christmas to all! her wish with a hopeful heart,
Yet in her solitude, she finds a resilient part.
For in missing them, her love is so profound,
A mother's love is the most sweetest sound.

As the world celebrates, she holds them near,
In whispered wishes only a mother can hear.
Merry Christmas to all, she softly sighs,
A mother's love beneath the starry skies!
(by MCLC)