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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 © | Year Posted 2019

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Krutsinger Avatar
December 25, 2019 at 3:17 AM
Beautiful! A fave for me, Kim.
Theraven Avatar
December 24, 2019 at 9:14 PM
Merry Christmas Kim. -Richard
Wolf Avatar
December 24, 2019 at 8:11 PM
Just lovely. Esp. liked that 'soldier straight!' Here's to the holiday! :) gw
Rodrigues Avatar
December 24, 2019 at 8:27 PM
Thank you, Gershon!
Ashford Avatar
December 24, 2019 at 6:22 PM
Thank you Kim, for this sweet poem. Merry Christmas.
Rodrigues Avatar
December 24, 2019 at 6:44 PM
Thank you, Eric!
One Avatar
December 24, 2019 at 12:11 PM
i wrote a poem once called melancholic tree, this reminded me of that a little...i do love that penultimate stanza.. can you please tell me the reference to Charlie Brown, what does it refer to in your life?
Rodrigues Avatar
December 24, 2019 at 6:44 PM
Thank you, Silent. My dear friend, a divorcee, struggles with money so this poem was about her. She really was talking about bringing back her too expensive fake and buying a little tree. Me...I have always loved Charlie Brown. Anyway her eyes sparkle at the thought of Christmas...memories past.
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