Poem: Treestarlight, a poem for my mom

Seoul Sister, , ,

My mother loved Christmas

She loved trimming the tree

and beamed singing

while stringing crystal light stars

untangling the multicolored bright

blinking prismatic rainbows

untangling the green metal hooks

looping them into ornaments on

evergreen aluminum branches.

She saved every decoration

for decades past the point of recycling.

Every year she re-displayed

plastic smiling clowns

with missing sticker eyes

purchased in the 1970s.

She made things precious

by saving them forever.

In my mind I see her smiling

as she places each carefully wrapped

gift under the tree.

Giving was her special power.

I can see her heart in her eyes

we were everything to her.

She kept us warm with cozy slippers

She made elaborate feasts

She coped with our father’s moods

She held our lives together.

Cancer is stealing her away

I don’t know what to do

I don’t know how to say goodbye

I don’t know how to apologize

I don’t know how to let her go.

Christmas will always belong to her.

Every time I see a tree

lit in sparkling starlight

it reminds me of her

radiance and beauty.

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  3. A beautiful beautiful poem, Judy.

    I’m so sorry about your mother.

    It is hard watching someone you love get weaker.

    How beautifully she must have decorated the Christmas tree by the sounds of it. ❤

    My own favourite childhood memories of Christmas were the beautifully decorated tree, the beautifully wrapped gifts and the little Christmas Nativity manger scene under the tree.

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    1. Thank you, Christopher. It’s a part of life to let go, but my mom had such a strong spirit, I’m in denial that she’s ill. Christmas is so lovely I think we all have good memories because of it. ❤️🌲☃️❄️

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