*Forgotten Child

The smell of crisp spicy needles,
Fills the room.
Spirits are lifted and hearts all aglow.
A large pine of deep evergreen boughs
Sits displaying it’s magnificence
In the corner of our large dining room,
Candles sit alight
On it’s strong boughs
And they glow in great merriment
Taking in all the cheer
Of a glorious holiday.
Beads of shimmering gold are strung
Criss-crossing patterns along the branches
And atop of this grand display
Sits a star.
Simple and bright
To remind us of a night so long ago,
And of a child too often forgotten.