Good morning to my wonderful readers and friends! My regular readers know that Sundays are devoted to poetry here at Adulting – Second Half. Poetry is alluring. It’s not always candid and direct. I think that you bring more of your own story and perspectives and thus, you often find deeper meaning and emotional movement in poetry, than any other kind of written communication. (Remember, most musical lyrics are actually poems.) Anyway, here is my poem for the day. Please write a poem and share it in my Comments section. This is a safe and loving place to share and to commune.
Our Christmas Tree
Each ornament tells a story, as it dances on the tree,
Trips taken, milestones made, loved ones longed for,
Babies born, pads purchased, merry memories, pets’ portraits,
Favors from friends, cherished children’s crafts, soiree souvenirs,
Team tokens, silly Santas, intriguing impulse-buys.
The tree is kind of messy. It won’t make a magazine spread,
Or an Instagram influencer’s grandstand play,
But it tells the meandering story of the fertile life of a family,
Like no sterile showpiece ever could.
The tree is alive with love, dangling from its branches,
And that makes it, breathtakingly beautiful,
The tree’s teeming tokens make it altogether, one-of-a-kind.
For each ornament tells a story, as it dances on the tree.
Our Christmas Tree is the bookmark of our ongoing epic adventures.
What new ornaments, will the new year bring, to next year’s tree?
I can’t wait to see. Ornaments are wonderful story-tellers.