Mother,
I put your ornaments on the dormant tree
outside my small door.
It has rained for days
and they have lost most
of their color.

I remember them
from childhood;
I would put them carefully
on the fir branches
and stare,
thinking of the presents I may get
come Christmas.

It seems appropriate
for them to be destroyed
but still beautiful,
wet with rain
and transparent.

12/13/2010

Posted on 12/14/2010
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