Antique Christmas Ornament
ANTIQUE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT
An old-fashioned bell that Grandmother send.
Her last old antique Christmas ornament.
Rounded bell, with recessed grooves,
so out-dated, yet still to use.
Place me high upon your tree.
Hang me low for all to see.
So those who come can appreciate me.
I thought you'd toss me out of sight
when your children unwrapped me
that Christmas night.
But with a caring touch,
a tiny bobby pin,
you attached to my top
like a chosen friend.
Each Christmas I held you in my hand
you transported me to another land,
where Grandmother lives
and Grandmother smiles.
Then I remembered you
as I did as a child.
Gingerbread men with candy canes,
forgotten stories with old family names.
Grandmother's thoughts are now from above.
More important than things,
for she left them with love.
Janet Marie Bingham
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