With all due respect to my dear friend, Pam and her kitties, Teddy and Angel Sammy, at Two Spoiled Cats, instead of writing a poem about the photo they provided this week, I decided to write one about my very early Christmas memories.
And here it is:
Live Cedar Trees
The Christmas pageant each year at church;
standing on stage, shaking like a leaf.
Trying to remember the part I was given,
the foundation of our belief.
Mom fought each year with a cedar tree,
keeping it watered and straight.
I always wanted to see Santa arrive,
but could never seem to stay up that late.
Christmas morning, what did Santa bring?
Always a doll, a tricycle one year.
Little pots and pans, a stocking with candy,
and one of my favorites: a baby Tiny Tears.
All the magic of Christmas
that I can recall
I now know wasn’t really
magic at all.
Mom’s special touch
is in each memory,
even the ones of
those live cedar trees.
Merry Christmas everyone!
~These Days Of Mine~
these days of mine 