~~ My Special Christmas Tree ~~
As I sit here watching snowflakes
gently wafting to the ground,
I think of things I could do with a tree
that I went out and found.
It’s branches are so full
and of the brightest green I could find,
And then an idea comes to me
floating ‘round in my mind.
I could have each branch decorated
with wonders that would last,
Hung on every limb would be a scene
of a memory from my past.
Oh what a tree I would have
when it was draped with memories,
I can see it in my mind
out shining all the other Christmas trees.
My Granny would top the tree as the angel,
her hair would make it glow,
The dandelion puffs I blew in summer
would cover it like snow.
Mommy’s tears over the doll
would be the ice to sparkle on each limb,
And the cabin would be the place
where I learned to worship Him.
Mountains, fields and meadows
I’d use for the skirting ‘neath the tree,
And I’d become a child again
and play there so happily.
The homemade sled would hang the lowest
so I could feel the weathered wood,
These reflections from the past
make me feel so good.
What beautiful wonderful thoughts
it brings into my life today,
A very special Christmas tree
where beneath it I could lay.
And watch as each scene began
to animate before my eyes;
Bringing to life once again,
sweet memories of all my yesterdays.
© Norma Marek ~ Revised 7th December 2003