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First Christmas

by Laurie Briar

One whole year's

time emptied

Like lace leaves

 

From the cold trees

Skeletal wisps

You are missing 

attic tinsel 

 

Boxed deep and dusting

With bristles flaking

From the broken spine

So no silver lines 

Our crisp, black-branched pine.

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Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:26 am

grandfather   grief   bereavement   loss   love   Christmas

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