Mantel
Momma's stockings she made hanged on cherry wood
Attributing back to the days that she could
Nevertheless filled them with treats as she should
Tickled us with stories by the hearth Christmas eve
Enchanting us with smiles, playing traditional "Greensleeves"
Loveable mother I sit, looking at the mantel and grieve
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