He held the weight of each bauble in his fingers
Nodded, smiling and hung it on another branch
Said something about how much buying them reminded him of his Mother.
We took the angel and placed it on top of the tree
It fit like a dream.
I looked at his face searching Gabriel’s
And he swore it smiled.
I married a diamond, maybe, in the rough.
I’d like to think we spent every day like this
Stuck in slippers
His kiss unwrapping me, as soft as a ribbon
Surrounded by angels and lights.