Season's Greeting

A poem for a mother’s mantle of magic

Photo by Beth Teutschmann on Unsplash

We stroll through the aisles, 
Noting every pumpkin, turkey, 
And even the far too early holly. 

My girls wiggle and squeal,
Knowing these trappings are harbingers of joy, 
Of parties, of treats, of magic. 

But my hearts flips between sh…