Each strand so carefully
Strung on the tree
I would watch her in awe
And all I could see

Was the loving expression
On her smiling face
Nana knew exactly
How the tinsel should place

One silver thread
On each limb of pine
Another laid gently
So neat and so fine

For hours she’d continue
In her spirited way
So perfection would greet us
On that Christmas Day

She’d turn on the lights
Such a sight to behold
The sparkle of Christmas
Would never grow old

How I miss those days
How I miss you, sweet Rose
You decorated my heart
This, Heaven surely knows

 

Writing Prompt – Tales of Tinsel – Day 5/31

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