Pharos Beckons

Before Christmas

Since I could remember I wished upon a tree-topper.
School, friends, love and then you, a jaw-dropper.
Your beautiful smile with an adventurous soul, a heart-stopper.
I fell in love with you, what an honor.

My wish upon a tree-topper is that your heart would beat for me.
A wish came true to set a bound soul free.
Charlotte, you're my goddess, my real-life fantasy.
Alluring, breathtaking, cheeky, cute, funny and extraordinary.

A wish upon a tree-topper that my love towards you must be perfect, even divine.
Love reciprocated had me on cloud nine.
Our own little perfect world,
Our whole being intertwined

Wedding bells chimed when you walked down the aisle.
The most beautiful woman, you Charlotte, I admired
I gazed into your beautiful eyes when you said yes.
Tingles of anticipation, the awaited excitement in our next steps.

Now is the time to demonstrate each other’s love.
We fit together like a glove.
We can’t get enough of each other.
Am I the perfect lover? That, I wished upon a tree-topper.

I pressed my lips hard against yours with passion.
My hands glided over your body with love and affection.
I left a trail of sparks in their wake.
Making your body shake.

Love, the magical feeling that we can replicate.
With the birth of our children we did create.
Curled around my pinkies are Jace and Savannah’s tiny fingers.
It filled me with sunshine as the feeling lingered.

My wish upon a tree-topper came to pass.
Happiness to me was like a cloudless spring day, playing on green grass.
Hearing the laughter was like flowers that bloomed.
A walk in the park with the dog where the beez zoomed.

Until all my wishing upon a tree-topper was shattered.
All our built-up dreams scattered.
His words caused more pain than the news.
You had cancer, terminal, only to live a few more days.

No more walks in the park,
Nor kisses in the dark.
No more celebrating birthdays
Nor sharing holidays

I wished and begged and pleaded on a tree-topper for your health,
But the disease moved in stealth.
It took you and left only skin and bones.
You tried to be brave, tried to constrain your quiet moans.

How could you escape the pain? You screamed in agony, it tore you apart.
On Christmas day you had passed on.
We have accepted that the Lord has called you home, before we were ready to let you go.

The breaths I take aren’t full without you.
My smiles are incomplete with you gone.
My bedside is cold and empty, but the thought of you create warmth in my soul.
Your memories filled me with love and keeps the fire burning in my soul.

Your last wish upon a tree-topper, I granted with all my heart your Christmas desire.
Your wish, a final dance in the snow covered park, before Christmas.
A breeze whisked your delicate hair, and the chill kindled rosy cheeks.

I held your fragile body in my arms and turned and twirled round and round.
Your unrestrained joy reverberated in that icy palace.
Setting free a soul never to be captured again.
Sweet, joyful laughter echoed in my heart.

You embraced my face and touched my hair.
I looked into your longing eyes, and kissed the snowflakes from your lips.
For a moment the world stopped and we savoured the moment.
Magic not even a wish on a tree-topper could bestow.

I see you everywhere, there’s not a single day that I had forgotten about you.
I feel you in the air.
I see you in our children’s eyes.
I hear your laughter in the halls of my heart.
All of that I received upon a tree-topper.