Poem -
Ma’s Tree
Ma’s Tree
Bulbs, lights and tinsel
Ring memories
Each bulb a treasure
That went on Ma’s Tree
Unpacked with kid gloves
Like newborn baby’s
Kids dared not touch
Such fragility’s
Ma left the fun part
For all of us kids
Like licking the spoon
Us kids dug right in
Handfuls of tinsel
Were flung on Ma’s tree
Topped with her angel
High up on it’s peak
Bill MacEachern December 17, 2023
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Comments
Hello Bill...
Great write...
I remember when I accidentally knocked ours down on top of me...
I thought to myself maybe, I should have had the accident before all the decorations went on it...
I remember my Mother saying where are you?
I don't know...
I have a Tree on Top of me...
She was mad at me once she realized I was ok...
Lol!
I offered to help her pick it up...
She said I did enough...
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
I Didn’t add it to the poem but if any of us broke said ornaments, we ran like hell!