Christmas Tree

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Like the planets caught
in their well ordered patterns around the sun
we used to string the lights
around the tree –
you – fumbling and trying not to curse,
me -turning my head away to silently laugh.
Ornaments old, ugly or cherished,
dangled, reflecting the lights,
and whispering a story of creation,
of origin, of pudgy fingers that crafted
or hands that offered their gift like a treasure.
I think there is a universe swirling
around Christmas trees,
a universe filled with warm memories
and bright excitement,
tears of loss and joy-filled love.

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This week, write a poem on any subject, but give it a comic touch (no pathos this round).

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I’m a paralegal, a widow, mother and grandmother.

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17 thoughts on “Christmas Tree”

  1. You know it wasn’t until the end that I really felt that you hit the nail on the head. I have lost so many people in such a short span of time that sometimes it just seems easier to leave the tree in the box. There is so much joy in the memories but the pain is awful.

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    1. Amen, my friend. Thank you for your thoughtful comment, and I am sending love to you. The pain is real, and some can’t understand. May we both give ourselves as much grace as we need.❤️💔❤️

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