Ma’s Tree
Ma’s Tree
Bulbs, lights and tinsel
Ring memories
Each bulb a treasure
That went on Ma’s Tree
Unpacked with kid gloves
Like newborn baby’s
Kids dared not touch
Such fragility’s
Ma left the fun part
For all of us kids
Like licking the spoon
Us kids dug right in
Handfuls of tinsel
Were flung on Ma’s tree
Topped with her angel
High up on it’s peak
Bill MacEachern December 17, 2023
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