A December Memento
When Mama lay dying a sad Christmas because
We visited her in Memorial on that Christmas Eve,
She’d hidden away our presents as old Santa Claus.
She told us where to find them as we got up to leave,
It was a poignant moment, and it still gives me pause.
[Sicilian Quintain]
Written December 6, 2022
Submitted to “A Christmas Memento” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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