Today, we bought Christmas trees.
Small, Cheap, perfectly formed.
As symmetrical as we have been.
Separate trees for separate houses.
I cried as I decorated branches
With ornaments you'll never touch.
We had beautiful summer gardens,
Dug in early spring when snow
Was still on the mountains. Oh,
How I long to feel the earth through
My fingers, and hear the music
Of our lives together.
But now, you come to my winter house.
Your husband's semtinel sits
On your Lap rightfully smiling.
It will take me years
To love that happy baby.
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