Hanging Tinsel
by Rosemary Clarke.
It's hard to hang up tinsel
it's hard to decorate
When you miss all
the goodies on your plate.
The way that she cooked dinner
when you were just a kid
The toys that used to spin and
the little things she did.
Like warming up your PJ’s
And stoking up the fire
The way that everything was good
When you were in the mire.
The way that she'd make Christmas time
the best there ever was
and everything else she did
and all of it because
she cared and she loved you
in every single way
it's hard to hang up tinsel
It's hard on Christmas Day.
For all those missing others this Christmas; bless you
all.
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Rosemary Clarke
What a lovely flashback; memory of childhood when mum would solve all your ills and make it right.
ReplyDeleteRosemary, that was so sad, and so lovely. A poem that anyone who has lost someone close to them can relate to.
ReplyDeleteA great poem Rosemary, simple but powerful. No doubt a few readers will have a tear in their eye.
ReplyDeleteEspecially poignant this year when we are missing family so much.
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