Christmas Roots by Brandie Hurst

     The ornaments on my Christmas tree
     tell the story of my life.

     Fisherman for Mamaw hangs
     at the top,
     she’s gone now, but
     that man smiles like she did
     when she saw me opening my gifts.

     Red hope, an ornament for losing her
     and remembering her a year later
     when another Christmas came around.
     I cried as they handed it to me.
     It’s hope that keeps me remembering
     I’ll see her again.

     My Papaw’s turtle dove,
     symbol for
     love
     and faith that we’ll meet again.
     Mom and Dad have the other,
     a matching set.

     The snowflake from a student,
     who couldn’t see the imprint she
     left on my soul.

     First married Christmas,
     an ornament that every southern couple
     must have to prove they’re married and
     Christian.
     We have two. Maybe even
     three.

     Blinking snowmen from Mom,
     her favorite as she keeps collecting and passing them on
     as a symbol that she’s here,
     even if not in our home every Christmas.

     Acorns, reindeer, and little reminders
     from the women who showed me Christmas
     cheer is strongly rooted
     in evergreen.
 

Brandie Hurst is a Special Education Teacher in Knoxville, TN. She has a Bachelor of Art in English and Psychology from the University of Tennessee, Knoxville and a Masters of Art in Teaching from Tusculum University. In her spare time, she enjoys writing, photography, reading, and spending time with her husband, Michael, and Boston Terrier, JoJo.

 
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