"Pine or fir?" following her eyes
Then she looked at me to say
"Pick the one you like" and smiled
So fir it was, on top of the car
Rode home with windows open,
Just a bit with cords stretched taut
While she sang doggerel, softly,
sanding down the edges of my soul
Electric jewels strung across green tips
Porcelain doll hands carefully place an orb,
as if she were hanging up my heart;
She likes it, pronounces it "Pretty",
and I pronounce it Love.
12 December 2010
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oh, it is love, truly, this are the sweet, small things that make memories that will bind you forever. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteA very nice work, well done.
ReplyDeleteaww...and I bet every ornament is "just so" :)
ReplyDeleteHeartwarming stuff, Irish. All this piece needs is a photo of those porcelain hands. :-)
ReplyDeleteNice. We did that Friday night. Or we did the bottom left hand corner of the tree to the point where it was near falling over due to the weight of ornaments all hung in one spot. Can trees have a corner?
ReplyDeleteWe have a fir this year. And hanging the ornaments is something that we enjoy each year. Many go back to when we were kids.
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