A Child’s Last Christmas

Momma, I am praying hard to be cured of cancer

Yes, dearest, so am I.

Momma, do you think God will give a “yes” as His answer?

 We will know by and by.


Momma, I want to go Home.

 The doctors are sending you home today.

Momma, you will be there? I won’t be alone?

 Wild horses could not drag me away!

Momma, I think I’m gonna die…..soon.

 I still pray that it isn’t so near 

Momma, I cant wait to see my heavenly room.

 I know you will fill it with an eternity of sports gear!

Momma, I have one last wish.

 What is it my dear?

Momma, don’t grieve for what I did not accomplish

 Every second with you has been my greatest boon…

Momma, I’m no longer sad that death is a real event

 I’m so glad, darling, but for me it is too soon…..


Momma, I gonna live until Christmas morning to give Jesus His present.

 Living to Christmas will be mine too, my love.


Momma, will you keep that Christmas Eve candle lit for me tonight?

 I shall keep it bright as the stars above!

Momma, will you hold my hand……real tight?

I’m holding on with all my might.

Momma, I no longer fear the long dark night.

You shall soon see God’s glory shining bright!

Momma, my mind is now free of fright.

I have prayed for God’s peace in your heart

Momma, I see a warm glow of light!

I know my love, how can I let you go? Are you ready for us to part?


Momma, it’s Christmas morn and Jesus is almost in sight.

Youre so brave, your race is almost won

I am His present, right?


Goodnight momma, don’t be sad, I love ……..

I will kiss you one last time, again and again as my tears fall with torrential rain……


Cathartic for me.  I cried the entire time I wrote this.

Every year countless children die around the Christmas holidays.  For 25 years I worked as a pediatric dialysis nurse, and during this time I treated a number of children who died on Christmas. For their families, the holidays will always be touched with an ache only the death of a child can give.  As a cancer survivor, I have felt firsthand the potential of death as I started chemotherapy at Christmas. This Christian based poem  is a series of questions from a child dying of cancer to his mom.

Why share such a sad poem?  The reality is that there are so many people sad, hurting, mourning during a time when happiness is all around them.   Please remember the people who ache during a time marketed as a joyous season.

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