
The concentration of lights
made the darkness louder,
crescendoing in shadows
on each side. I focused
on one image, the loneliest
of the ornaments, hanging
by itself, a story that I know
and hold deeper than my other
memories… tucked, safe,
covered in layers of love,
a remembrance that remains
secluded, nestled in my
mommy-heart.
—C.L. Fisher, December 2020
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