Fragile by Heather Knight |
So fragile... The baubles That Mum hung From our silvery tree. So fragile ... The tinsel That Dad Took out of That old cardboard box. So fragile... The colored flutes We drank from When the clock Struck twelve. So fragile... The Nativity scene Made of painted clay. The sweet little Mary In her sky blue robe. So fragile... My dreams And my innocence. My belief The Three Kings Would visit me. So fragile... Those past Christmases Now populated by ghosts That I cannot touch Anymore...
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