my mother and her mother
christmas past and present
my mother has a stream of mixed up photos
she likes her christmas trees white and sparse,
empty of memories, with only white ornamentals to make up for aesthetics
she is proving something to someone always
i know it will be perfect regardless
she is too good at orchestrating beauty in small things.
my nana is less of a perfectionist
more of a collector of many twinkly trinkets
they sway on the branches, and no matter how many branches there are
the trinkets will always find one another
they clink and clank, weighing the branches down to the ground
colors, so many, you might be blinded
and yet, they are filled with joy from the memories they hold
vacations, and jobs, and hand-made crafts
collected over the years
i only hope to access this beauty in my christmas tree
a pinch of the joy that their trees hold
in their long prickly branches.
About the Creator
Grace Genet-Allen
Neurodivergent weirdo with a passion for animal rights, education, and human welfare. I might not be consistent but I’m always trying something new.
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Comments (1)
My style is more like your mom because I'm a minimalist. How about your style? Loved your poem!