shed of their kleenex robes
ornaments smile
bow and curtsy
in their four-week spotlight
they dance little scenes
of seasons past
and memorize
this year's lines
for next year
and the next and the next
NaBloPoMo 2024 - day 17
1 week ago
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This is really sweet! And so true...
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I wish some of our oldest ornaments could talk. The ones we got from my grandparents would have some stories to tell. The Christmases in the early forties when uncle Jack was overseas, the ones in the early fifties when his younger brother was in the army. The early sixties when the youngest was serving in Germany. The first Christmas after mom got married and wasn't there to decorate their tree. She was starting her own memories.
ReplyDeleteJackie
this is so sad
ReplyDeleteby the way.....
ReplyDeleteI am still voting for Matt Santos in 2008, I am writing him in.
This is so good, Lisa! I can h onestly not write poetry at all, and it seems to come naturally to you. Donna
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Hi Lisa, Happy Holidays!
Gem :-)
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