Saturday, November 26, 2011
Let The Good Times Roll
Her mother stood near watching intently
She had been touching and learning
While all around joined in animated conversations
The hand stretched toward new horizons
Fingers set to touch all the buttons
I handed it too her, putting the strap around her neck
And created a confusion with her brother
He wanted to join her seeing the attraction
She tried to run, the camera pulling her down
I laughed with a deep heartfelt sigh
Remembering her mother doing the same
So long ago, out on the prairie.
Frozen in time on a frosty morning
Ice coating, slowly growing across the waters
To where I will skate across it soon
New horizons will be opened
And winter happiness carried across the land
On a gentle prairie breeze.
I spent another day helping carry the boxes upstairs to decorate. This was the second time already I have been the muscle to help decorate for the holiday. I watch as each ornament is carefully placed, an art form in it's own right. I think of all the boxes of lights and decorations I have accumulated over the years, and wish to share a few here, but they have too much as I do too. A trip down memory lane always follows when I help with this. I can still remember my father wanting the biggest turkey, the perfect tree, all part of our family tradition. I remember him trimming off a tree, just so it would fit in our ten foot ceiling. My mother commenting she wanted the smaller of the two,watched him carefully. I wonder now if it was the mess we were making in the living room, a place she always kept so pristine. She stopped him when he threatened to cut the top off, holding up the angel who always adorned our tree. The tree was raised and I was lifted up to place the angel. I always day dreamed looking at her through the years, and gazing at my reflection in the glass ornaments.