Old Chistmas Cards
Christmas was over
the cold winter winds
blew and blew
the sadness grew.
Mother had passed
A time dreaded for
ever so long.
I tried ever so hard
to be strong.
I walked into her home
where she once gathered
her most precious belongings
Wher my small bare foot steps
did once roam.
Though safe within it's walls
her belongings just
collected much dust.
It was a place I
had once learned
to trust.
Now she's gone
who will treasure
these dusty dirty things.
No where to be found
gems or diamond
or saphire rings.
I gazed around
where oh where,
do I start first.
Then into tears
I encontrollably burst.
I first approached
a tall brown dresser
mirror intact,
while polish it lacked.
I pulled open
the small drawers
I was amazed to see
many and many
old candy boxes
and handkerchifs three.
The first, a stack
get well and
old christmas cards
in tied tightly
wrapped ever so neatly.
What on earth
was she thinking
I blurted.
My most swift thoughts
came outwardly leaking.
Then I opened another
dusty dreawer to find
a smaller gold and red box.
Could it hold a diamon ring
I gasped as I
slowly opened it.
My thought did sing.
There, another
whole section
of old cards
among another green
and yellow box.
My memory burst
I'd received these
from family
when I had chicken pox.
There was one from
my maw, another from
Aunt ada, and Uncle harry.
Even one from my classmates
with the one on top from
the cute boy named Larry.
Then I strumed the
cards as a guitar
playing an familiar
old song. So many
I recogonized.
The names
were of many
persons lost
family member or even
a departed decesed friend.
I suddenly knew
just what she
had been thinking
With each card
each broken vase
a sad or happy memory
no one ever could repace.
She'd tucked away
each for obsurvance
for a future a rainy day.
I knew what she
of my life
now a missing part.
She safely kept
each memory
she held once in her heart
tied as neatly there,
as the old cards
in the lovely red candy
box All kept instore.
Each she kept snuggly
in her dresser drawer
I held them now my heart
And sit along where she too
once searched for
old memories, to recall once more.
Linda Terrell
November 14, 2009
Copyright © Linda Terrell | Year Posted 2009
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