Read Poetry: MOM’S ANGEL, Ken Allan Dronsfield

She sits majestically atop the Christmas tree

hair of gold

buttons sparkling

dress of white lace

her wings a stunning silver hue

I watched each year

her being placed

with loving care

upon the tree.

My mother standing back telling Dad,

to the left,

now right,


The years have now come and gone

Mom and Dad have passed away

the Angel sits in her box now

her dress dirty and worn

hair frizzy & unkempt

buttons don’t shine.

Memories are made and then put away

just like Mom’s beautiful Angel

radiance never forgotten

shining so very bright

each Christmas

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