• Carolyn Moor

A Widow’s Twelve Days of Christmas

Updated: Jun 24, 2018



Despite what you might think.


On the first day of Christmas, my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

A holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the second day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the third day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Three ways to think about life, past, present and future, two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the fourth day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Four directions to be pulled in, north, south, east and west, three ways to think about life, past, present and future, two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the fifth day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Five new golden friends (widow friends I made after your death), four directions to be pulled in, north, south, east and west, three ways to think about life, past, present and future, two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the sixth day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Six hours of laying in bed wishing you were here, five new golden friends (widow friends I made after your death), four directions to be pulled in, north, south, east and west, three ways to think about life, past, present and future, two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the seventh day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Seven issues swimming in my head, six hours of laying in bed wishing you were here, five new golden friends (widow friends I made after your death), four directions to be pulled in, north, south, east and west, three ways to think about life, past, present and future, two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the eighth day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Eight raids of the refrigerator, seven issues swimming in my head, six hours of laying in bed wishing you were here, five new golden friends (widow friends I made after your death), four directions to be pulled in, north, south, east and west, three ways to think about life, past, present and future, two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the ninth day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Nine ways to dance around those who want to fix me, eight raids of the refrigerator, seven issues swimming in my head, six hours of laying in bed wishing you were here, five new golden friends (widow friends I made after your death), four directions to be pulled in, north, south, east and west, three ways to think about life, past, present and future, two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the tenth day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Tens and tons of weeping, nine ways to dance around those who want to fix me, eight raids of the refrigerator, seven issues swimming in my head, six hours of laying in bed wishing you were here, five new golden friends (widow friends I made after your death), four directions to be pulled in, north, south, east and west, three ways to think about life, past, present and future, two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the eleventh day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Eleven people piping opinions, tens and tons of weeping, nine ways to dance around those who want to fix me, eight raids of the refrigerator, seven issues swimming in my head, six hours of laying in bed wishing you were here, five new golden friends (widow friends I made after your death), four directions to be pulled in, north, south, east and west, three ways to think about life, past, present and future, two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


On the twelfth day of Christmas,

my true love didn’t intentionally send to me:

Twelve drums to loudly express my frustration, eleven people piping opinions, tens and tons of weeping, nine ways to dance around those who want to fix me, eight raids of the refrigerator, seven issues swimming in my head, six hours of laying in bed wishing you were here, five new golden friends (widow friends I made after your death), four directions to be pulled in, north, south, east and west, three ways to think about life, past, present and future, two conflicting emotions, joy and sadness, and a holiday season of happy memories I miss.


DEDICATED TO ALL THE WIDOWS WHO FACE THE CHRISTMAS SEASON IN ANY WAY THEY CAN. MAY YOU FIND OTHERS WHO UNDERSTAND YOU AND DON’T SUGARCOAT THE REALITY OF WHAT IS PAINFULLY BITTERSWEET IN LIFE.


- Carolyn Moor

MWC Founding Director

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