My Mother’s Angel
written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield
@KenKadfield
She sits majestically atop the Christmas tree
hair of gold
buttons sparkling
dress of white lace
her wings a stunning silver hue
I watched each year
her being placed
with loving care
upon the tree.
My mother standing back telling Dad,
to the left,
now right,
forward.
The years have now come and gone
Mom and Dad have passed away
the Angel sits in her box now
her dress dirty and worn
hair frizzy & unkempt
buttons don’t shine.
Memories are made and then put away
just like Mom’s beautiful Angel
radiance never forgotten
shining so very bright
each Christmas.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This poem is a true piece of writing about my mother’s lovely Christmas Angel that sat upon her tree for over 40 years.
Ken Allan Dronsfield
AUGUST 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He is a proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire. Ken has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", "A Taint of Pity", and "Zephyr's Whisper". Ken was selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International 2018 and 2019 Nature Poetry Contests. He was recently selected as Poet of the Month for Spillwords Press. He's been nominated three times the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. Ken loves writing, hiking, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
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