Maple frame, pretty little girl with a kerchief,
holding a basket in a field of green.
A perfect Christmas present
The last one from a chilly New York Christmas
I was just eight years old
and that music box played a song I knew
An ornament inside – an antiqued silver glass star –
A star of warmth and hope
The past can’t be rewound like that music box,
The song still playing in my memory
Sticky cinnamon memories attached
On my wedding day, the song played
As I danced with my dad
The same song from the box
Of a Christmas long ago
It’s those memories that keep me warm
When times grow colder
As we grow older
A star to remind us
That hope is but a moment away
Locked in a memory
Waiting to be set free.
Stardust is all around us
Sparkling and filling
Our heads with unending love
Open the box and set it free.
About the Creator
Barb Dukeman
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