Memories of Maine

I have a memory of those days In Maine, with crashing coastal waves When reading was a future right Mom read, “Blueberries for Sal” at night And that huge nameless tree in the field At dark, a dinosaur concealed Walking a stray black cat with a string That ran up a tree and could not cling Mom had to climb that tree, pregnant And retrieve the remains and remnants I remember those days, quite well And the fake Christmas tree smell The revolving multi colored light That lit our fake tree until Twelfth night In Maine there is snow, whiter than white And memories that induce me to recite