Christmas item Poetic Bloomings

Thoughts

 

I’m just a little ceramic mouse

sleeping in my ceramic matchbox,

hanging from the lowest branch

of a bedraggled artificial tree.

 

I can feel her eyes upon me,

the one who hand-painted

my gray head, pink ears,

and my red and black matchbox

with the year 1981 on its side.

She was expecting her first child.

 

I know what she’s thinking, now.

“Yikes! Forty years!”