Christmas Nostalgia
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I was thinking of Christmas the other day,
so I went to my storage room to find the boxes of decorations;
that had been my mother's and grandmother's once,
once upon a time, when everything in my life was good.
I carried them to my living room and set them on the floor,
with a sigh, I opened those boxes of memories.
I carefully took them out and touched them,
with love, they represented another time, a time of happiness;
I recalled my mother hanging them on the Christmas tree,
and grandma talking to me about her decorations collected.
Now they are mine, all mine, and they should make me happy,
but the opposite is true, they just make me sad.
I left them there and went to get a tea,
I sat there thinking and weeping and then it struck me suddenly;
these were my mothers and grandmothers, I love them but,
it is time for me to have my own Christmas decorations.
So I picked one from each box to keep as a memory of them,
it was hard, but I donated the rest to charity.
That very same day I went shopping,
for Christmas decorations all my own, and found some nice ones;
but those two, I kept are even more meaningful to me now,
they are a memory of those Christmas's before the sorrow.
But I must say, my decorations are wonderful and beautiful,
and I am just loving Christmas this year.
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November 24, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Christmas Nostalgia
Copyright Protected, ID 16-852-637-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Nostalgia
Sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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