A heart hangs from the highest branch upon my tree – a gift from two children now grown and gone, erased from my life prematurely and without reason.
I wonder now if my ornaments hang on their tree, too. Or have they and their parents pruned their Christmas tree of outdated, unwanted memories like me?
I realize the trimmings on the tree are mere decoration, adornment to remind us of what’s most precious in this season. But, for me, these are more than ornamentation.
My heart hangs tonight from the highest branch upon my tree and tears flow, rolling down from eyes that lost their spark and childlike wonder long ago. Still, I remember.
Memories, I think, help define who we are. And sometimes they do weigh heavy upon us. In this season of remembrance for the Son of Man, I have no doubt that He remembers all of us as well. A powerful, heart-wrenching poem I plan to keep. Excellent.
This is a poignant write, and I also have ornaments from loved ones out of my past that bring both smiles and tears each year when I hang them...good job
such sad memories we collect in this beautiful time of year, as if to show us that we are not yet ready to have it all good, we must have the duality, while we sojourn here.Well expressed Dawn!
Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2004
this one haunts Dawn, Al, it brings you so close, then it then allows you to see for yourself,
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a beautiful write, recalling memories...a heartwrending write, written with power and grace...thank you, i, too, intend to savor this one...saving it
(((HUGS))) and love, and happy holidays, karla. :)
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Carole