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The Christmas Angel There's an Angel on a golden thread that adorns our Christmas tree Handed down for generations that now belongs to me. A Family heirloom prized by all that for many years watched over all our Family and shared in our good cheer. A miniature of porcelain; Pink and blue with Cherub face. That in our hearts and on our tree has had its special place. Bounced and poked by chubby hands when we were very young and wrapped in downy tissue when the Holiday was done. When our tree is replete with ornaments and lights and Father Time has granted me a quite soulful night. I stare into that Angel's eyes and I could swear I see all those years of Christmas cheer coming back to me! I can see a child's eyes wide in wonderment & glee Upon first sight of twinkling lights draped on our Christmas tree. I can hear the "Oohs" & "Ahhs" & belly laughs of joy; Wrapping paper torn to shreds & each new shiny toy. I can feel the warmth & love of all the Holidays that past; & in this Angel's eyes I know these memories will last. I can see the happiness on every smiling face of loved ones who have now gone, to a much, much better place. In its eyes, I know it's fact, that Holidays to come Will record and be past on from Son to Daughter to Son. And if just one Christmas wish would be granted me It's you could have an Angel, Just like mine..... On your Christmas tree! |
Additional Notes:
My warm fuzzy side....
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2004-07-02 14:50:22
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.65385
Hi Michael,
And what a nice fuzzy side it is! Christmas at our home was just as you so
poetically describe in this piece. It was my husbands favorite time of the year and
he always made it special for our three children and me. He passed away some years
ago but the memories he left for us have gone on and I see my own children carry on
the same traditions that their father instilled in them. In this piece you have given us
the beautiful imagery of Christmas in your home...how lovely that angel must be as she
stands guard over your family as she adorns the Christmas tree year after year. I love
this line....'bounced and poked by chubby hands'...gives me a glimpse back to my own
little ones with chubby hands....'in this Angels eyes I know these memories will last'...
...no one can ever take away our memories and reflecting back upon our lives is something
we can do where ever we are, at any time, and without asking permission. In the last
stanza you wish that everyone could have an Angel just as you remember for their tree.
I too would pray that this could be. Soft, fuzzy, simple, and lovely are words that come
to my mind as I read this piece several times. Thanks for the nice journey back into
my own life.
Peace...Marilyn