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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