Still a Tree
still a tree
longingly with lashes,
barely seen through wrinkly lids —
a mother, a child of ages ago
yearns for a ten foot tree.
with strength of a weaker sort,
eyes still sparkle and shine
for former ways, days that blink.
bags the artificial with receipt.
turns her eyes toward Charlie Brown.
her tears shall wrap the miniscule pine,
lift its sighing boughs, kissed with ribbon’d rose.
her smile makes it stand up soldier straight.
for Christmas day she cannot wait.
12/24/2019
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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