Our dear Grandma 'Net' passed away on Friday. She was 86 and we rejoice in knowing that she is with the Lord! Below is a poem I wrote a few years back about inheriting her Christmas tree.One of my fondest memories from holidays far and near,
is the Christmas tree that stood in my grandparents home year after year.
I don't know how she did it but it always looked perfect as it stood,
maybe it is the way that decorating happened when only Grandmother could.
I remember how it towered so tall, my favorite ornament was an elf girl in a glass ball.
I proudly now display that tree in my very own home,
it never looks perfect from season to season,
but my memories as a child is why I have reason.
The glitter and shine from grandmother's home has given way to homemade decorations from children of my own.
It is now known as our sugar plumb tree, oh dear grandmother how special it is to me.
5 comments:
Allison, I am so sorry for your families loss. And your poem is beautiful, I know your Grandma will be smiling down from heaven as your family enjoys her tree.
I'm sorry that your grandma passed away. I hope that your family has a very sweet Thanksgiving together.
I am sorry for your loss Allison. Your poem is so sweet! I know you will enjoy your tree this year!!
She is a beautiful lady!
I'm so sorry for your loss. That is so neat that you have her Christmas tree in your house. Your poem is beautifully written.
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