The Memory Tree

Tell me, tell me what you see? A Christmas Tree? No, no this is a memory tree. Such a spell it weaves for me I see my children’s lives opening a rewind, that is what I see. Tiny toys and decorations made with love a Santa stuffed with wool and a star made from an old glove.

A drummer boy an angel too all kinds of pretties made from coloured paper, sparkles and glue. Some were made at Nursery or school and some at home, what fun we had it was all so cool. There is an angel on the highest branch she looks like she is smiling at a glance.

Tiny little bags for sweets, tinkly bells and balls, all kinds of treats. Lighting up the living room sweeping joy before it like a broom. Tiny lights and brassy beads everything a memory tree needs.All the…