When I was a child I loved the decorations on the Christmas Tree. This was back when we decorated with silver icicles, garlands, and lights as big as my thumb. I always admired my neighbors tree. They decorated the tree with balls and lights and then covered the bottom with angel hair. Poetry is special like that full of light and bigger than life.
Poetry
Poetry garlands
Words strung together
Decorating the tree of my mind
Joy and pain entwined memories
Reminding me of events passed
Sparkly words tingling and jingling
Filling my brain with glitter and shine
Words of comfort sadness and inspiration
Winding gently over the bows
Limb to limb garlands of present and past
Entwined through the light of my life
Reflecting shimmering memories
That I will always want to keep
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Contributed Photo: Audrey Hartzler Eby
Roth Poetry 
Beautiful indeed.
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Again I thank you for reading! Have a joyous Christmas!! Dwight
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Merry Christmas Dwight!
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Oh, Dwight, your words have really moved me. “Relecting shimmering memories’. These are who we are, and who we have loved and still love. Christmas Blessings to you and yours, Dwight.
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Thank you Pete! We have lots of shimmering memories to share! Merry Christmas!!
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Dwight, thanks for yet another beautiful poem that captures well what Christmas means to me. “Joy and pain entwined memories” sums it up in five links of the garland around my Christmas trees of past and present.
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Thank you so much for your kind comments. Merry Christmas to you! Dwight
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