at night we hang the balls
to fill in color that the gaps
and always I adorn
with ornaments just at the edge
hanging very low
and clustered much too close
come morning and I see
with all my work shifted around
and hanging up, and in, and down
I pout in secret silence
nursing wounded child-pride
but the tree—is stunning
indignant I confront
and ask just what she means
all my careful work around.
She shows me how
The ornaments should
Hang to fill the tree.
And now I hang the balls
my mother always did, and even ask,
how she would hang them best.
and deftly points, and hangs,
and shows me how to fill the tree.
2 thoughts on “Hanging Christmas Balls”
For some reason, I find myself laughing aloud at this one, particularly the lines, “with ornaments just at the edge / hanging very low / and clustered much too close.” It’s just a delightful mental image, and the wording catches the childlike vibe perfectly. I really, really love it. I might need this one framed. You should find someone who would illuminate some of your poetry and then sell prints!
Pastor of Outreach & Discipleship
Calvary Baptist Church | calvarybaptistmd.org
Thank you! It was for my Mom for Christmas. My goal was to write a poem for each member of the family.