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Mother's last Christmas was spent in the hospital while family members bunked at the Hilton pretending to be festive as we gathered around a small ceramic tree sparkling with colored bulbs reflecting on an array of packages tied with ribbons and a wicker basket filled with tiny items wrapped in ironed white tissue paper.
Unable to shop and not wanting to burden my father who was in denial Items from around their home collected over fifty-two years were selected with care a note indicating original ownership or origin tucked along side hoping each of us would derive special meaning from her "Hand-me-down gifts."
The porcelain man and woman are reminders of my parents and her indomitable spirit as Cancer decimated her body it could not conquer her loving thoughtfulness our most treasured gift of all.
"Love Wrapped in Ironed White Tissue Paper" won an honorable mention in the Lucidity Journal International Poetry Contest. Beth Lynn Clegg, Houston, began her writing career after retiring from other endeavors and knows she's been blessed to have had her work published in a variety of genre.
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