Shiny globes strung together to decorate
a Christmas spirit; mere baubles,
but I wanted them.
My mother loved them, too,
so I bought them for her, and,
whether out of guilt or generosity,
she said it was the right way around,
because one day they would be mine,
so it was as if I were giving them to myself
(which seemed at the time both rude
and beside the point).
Still, when all was said and done
and the heat of summer was at its height,
it turned out she was right.
About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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Beautiful poem for your mother and you. Blessings, Ellen