L Milton Hankins Poet Quintain (English)

Christmases Past

A few reminders of Christmases past --
Broken ornaments we could not set free
Once perfect tree-top angel, I’m aghast,
Bulbs too large for this down-sized tree
Children gone, only gifts for you and me.

A metal tree stand that no longer works
Moving furniture to make room for a tree,
Stories of celebrations with their funny quirks
The cat's tree fascination drove us all crazy
Preparing for visits from our distant family.

written December 26, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger December 28, 2021 at 3:55 AM "The cat's tree fascination drove us all crazy" - this is the best memory of all. I had forgotten I used to have cats who would scoot right up the middle of the Christmas tree, knocking it over. L Milton Hankins December 28, 2021 at 7:49 AM This is true, Caren.

Robert Gorelick December 27, 2021 at 3:44 PM Here's to Christmas quirks and empty nests L Milton Hankins December 27, 2021 at 6:27 PM Hear! Hear! Robert. Thanks for your observation.

Deb M December 26, 2021 at 5:47 PM A lovely poem Milton. Debx you have mail L Milton Hankins December 26, 2021 at 7:45 PM Thanks, Deb M. I answered your note...or, at least, I wrote back...not much of an answer.

Kim Rodrigues December 26, 2021 at 5:11 PM Life does change! They have come this year like a woman in labor. God bless you, Milton! L Milton Hankins December 26, 2021 at 7:45 PM Yep...it does, Kim. Sometimes good, sometimes bad...but always change!