In each moment

Cradled in my hand
box by tiny box opened gingerly,
reaching in to seek the gift
or memories rekindled.

I remember this one and that,
can close my eyes and see a younger me
standing in a row gazing,
choosing just the right one
and so very many years now gone
it always feels like yesterday
once each year.

Heart stirred thoughts on who I honored,
as I bought each one
and filled it with my special love
so that each one I saw
hanging on nimble green branches,
would return the feelings
of those who are no longer
except in thoughts and dreams,
and days that now grow shorter
leave me filled with a quiet peace
and gratitude for having had
so many gifts
in my life.

Magical seasons
and love is the reason
for joy and blessings
to shine through once more,
never forgotten
and always cherished
yet more this time of year
with each ornament that hangs
and says hello again old friend,
good to see you
if only for a while
then away I shall slip
into tiny boxes packed gently,
graced with hope
for goodness and greetings
next year.

Finally a day off to decorate the tree. Hallmark collectable ornaments from years and years ago, gifts from others and family heirlooms hung with care. A beautiful tree and all the lights worked (knock on wood) Peace and love and happy Hump day peeps ❤

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26 thoughts on “In each moment

  1. I think I learned about keeping the boxes from my Mother, keeps ’em free of damage and the hard part is the different shapes and sizes, trying to repack them nicely after the holiday 🙂

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  2. the first ornament on is the dog tags 🙂 tradition, the spirit tags that hang in the house year round but get extra special treatment placed at the top of the tree front and center ❤ grateful for the time we had ❤

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  3. very nice poem! I know a few folks who collect hallmark ornaments and they will love this poem – I have a few hallmark ornaments in our collection – and sniff – did not keep the boxes for all of them – i know – I know – but now I keep the box if we get anymore

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  4. Your poem captures the often bittersweet memories that accompany the many ornaments collected over the years. Pets passed, babies grown, all changes except for the memories. And this year, I will remember to add gratitude. 🙂 Thanks, Kim.

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  5. would return the feelings
    of those who are no longer
    except in thoughts and dreams,
    and days that now grow shorter
    leave me filled with a quiet peace
    and gratitude for having had
    so many gifts
    in my life.

    Especially loved these lines of your beautiful poem!

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  6. This sounds so familiar we too do the old ornament thing
    I guess I better get going
    Good to see you
    As always Sheldon

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