Ornaments

[heslopian]

My mother's Franklin Mint flits between
the china clowns, silver framed photo
of my brother and his girl, plastic bonsai
trees, glass and clay angels, and the
tall green vase adorned by flowers.
A reunion of ornaments, a festival
of dolls, procured from goodwill shops.

My fear of failure returns. I love my mother,
I honestly do, for I am a boy and a boy must
love his mother, just as ladies should
respect their daddies, but dear God, those
ornaments, those configurations of glass
and clay and yellow etchings, rainbow ties
and pink leaves, terrify me with their premonitions.

[billy]

hehe. i really liked this jack.

the sign of things to come.

should there be a comma after God?

nicely done and thanks for the read as usual

[addy]

I love the mix up the underlying tragedy and profundity with seemingly lighthearted images. It makes for a really great moment. Amazing

[heslopian]

Yes, there should be a comma after God. I can't think why I never noticed that (this poem is a few months old). You say you're no good at grammar, but methinks you're quite the dark horse, Billy
Thanks for the kindly feedback

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Thanks for noticing the tragic element, Addy My mother really has those horrid ornaments, and if you saw them the tragedy would tear out your heart And seriously, china clowns are just wrong... I swear they're alive, and molest me in my sleep...