A Special Tree Topper
Our lovely tree still lacks its crowning touch,
the topper that my oldest son agreed
to bring this year, but since that day so much
has happened—disagreements and the need
to re-connect, to plant a healing seed.
Our conversations have been strained since then
and visits not as warm as in the past.
His job (he said) makes him unsure of when—
or if—he’ll come. Uncertainty has cast
a shadow, and the day is passing fast.
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I’m up at dawn on Christmas Eve. I pray
I soon will welcome ALL my family.
I’m sipping coffee as I make my way
to place few more gifts—What do I see?
My son's here, with a topper for the tree!
December 1, 2018, entered in Shadow Hamilton's Christmas Tree
Poetry Contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2018
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