Slowly, the decorations come down. <br /> The bows, the garland, the lights. <br /> Each ornament is removed form the tree, carefully wrapped and put away. <br /> The crystal swan from Aunt Mary, <br /> The "TEACHERS ARE SPECIAL" ornament form Robyn. <br /> The treasures of a lifetime of collecting. <br /> All lovingly wrapped, packed and stored away in the attic. <br /> Quietly awaiting the passage of another year, when they will again awaken the memories of holidays past.<br /><br />Gilbert Burgess<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembrances-2/
