Nostalgia

                       I was thinking of Christmas the other day,
   so, I went to my storage room to find the boxes of decorations;
that had been my mother's and grandmother's once,
once upon a time-   when everything in my life was good.
   I carried them to my living room and set them on the floor,
                       with a sigh-   and opened those boxes of memories.

                       I carefully took them out and touched them,
   with love, they represented another time-   a time of happiness;
I recalled my mother hanging them on the Christmas tree,
and grandma talking to me about her decorations collected.
  Now, they are mine-   all mine and they should make me happy,
                       but the opposite seemed true-  they make me sad.

                       I left them there and went to get a tea,
   I sat thinking and weeping and then it struck me suddenly;
these were my mothers and grandmothers-   I love them for that,
but it was time for me to recall the happiness and nostalgia.
   So, I picked them up one by one from box and recalled a memory,
                      it was hard-   but that brought me so much joy.

                      That very same day-  I decorated my tree,
   for Christmas with those decorations and some new of my own;
but those old ones-   are even more meaningful to me now,
they are a memory of those Christmas times before the sorrow.
   But, I must say-  my decorations mingled in are beautiful too,
                       and I am just loving Christmas again.

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(11/24/16) Edited July 4, 2019


Poetry/Verse/Nostalgia
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1164-185-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted into the Standard Contest, Nostalgia
sponsor, Brian Strand

Third Place

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