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Devon K.

The Christmas Ornament

Gravity assumes control
And my ornament is smashed to pieces,
To nonexistence,
To obscurity.
It was the last time we decorated our Christmas tree
As a family, a full family
A blue and silver orb of warmth and contentment
Wrapped up in a warm ball of tissue paper to keep out the dust.
With one blunder
That blue and silver orb of warmth and contentment
Tumbled from my hands
And shattered at my feet,
Transformed in an instant to a pile
Of sharp, painful slivers of cold glass.
All I could do was watch in horror
And grab the dustpan and broom.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]