~ the ornament ~

I remember the day she gave it to me

It's the month of December

Snow-angels and Christmas

Her first year of school

She's four

Her little hands hold it,eyes sparkling,anxious

It's in pink tissue paper

Tied with white ribbon


Now, Mommy, open it now.


An ornament

One section of egg carton,painted bright blue,string attached


I made it, Mommy


Beautiful

A thankyou kiss

Picking the right spot on the tree

That first time and every Christmas since then


Other ornaments draw my eye, but none are as special, as that now faded,aged,one section of egg carton,painted bright blue,string attached.

what a memory...tugs at your heartstrings

I think you've hit the meaning of life right in the heart.

You've managed to capture true emotion in a small box... that was amazing.

it's always the thoughts rather than the materialism that captures our hearts the most.....hopefully the memories never fade like the ornament.....Hold them dear...me liked this, now if I could only find that scooter I build with roller skates and a lawnmower handle...those were the days when we appreciated life and each other.

thankyou for the wonderful comments...

some thingsin life are...priceless.