WREATHSRed wreathsHang in my neighbor’s window,Green wreaths in my own.On this day I lost my husband.On this day you lost your boy.On this dayChrist was born.Red wreaths,Green wreathsHang in Our WindowsRed for a bleeding heart,Green for grave grass.Mary, mother of Jesus,Look down and comfort us.You too knew passion;You too knew pain.Comfort us,Who are not brides of God,Nor bore God.On Christmas dayHang wreaths,Red for new pain.Green for spent passion.CAROLYN HILLMAN
Red wreathsHang in my neighbor’s window,Green wreaths in my own.On this day I lost my husband.On this day you lost your boy.On this dayChrist was born.Red wreaths,Green wreathsHang in Our WindowsRed for a bleeding heart,Green for grave grass.Mary, mother of Jesus,Look down and comfort us.You too knew passion;You too knew pain.Comfort us,Who are not brides of God,Nor bore God.On Christmas dayHang wreaths,Red for new pain.Green for spent passion.
CAROLYN HILLMAN