Made With Love
These nine Christmas wreaths are made with my hands.
Hands fashioning expressions of my love,
Love for these nine, once part of my life.
Life that came and went for five generations,
Generations that started with my daddy.
Daddy has been gone for fifty-seven years.
Years of loss and love and joy,
Joy and sorrow woven in wreaths from my hands.
For Wreath contest. Won no. 4
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