Twenty years ago, my talented Vietnamese student cut out most of the letters for this poem I wrote and he fashioned it into the shape of a tree:
The Christmas tree is a sight to see,
All decorated up ornamentally.
The bulbs all colored, the lights all bright,
I love to watch it late at night.
The gathering of gifts and family I see
As a child of five in my memory.
And now the gifts have come back to me,
Hanging here on this Christmas tree.
There aren’t enough branches on the tree for all the gifts in my life. How about you? I haven’t forgotten about the daughter I miss. But I’m happier when I count my blessings. Happy Holidays to all my dear friends!