Baubles & Angels

it’s the first of the month

and honed anticipation

tempered by our due respect

at last gives way,

once more the boxes

come out into the light

exhumed from the darkness

eagerly reawakened for a

joyous festive reunion

we impatiently vie to unwrap

the beauteous faces

each mummified in tissue,

precious jewels

that beam warm memories

a year, a place, a time, a child

and like a new-born,

we cradle each one lovingly

before they take their

special places,

beacons to give us hope

and share our peace

Published by grahamrsherwood