They have become more than I;
Velvet soft and bright white
strung and draped in honor.
So boiled and thoroughly pierced
I can no longer hear them;
and the community jar echoes empty.
I skittered and bounced my escape,
peering from behind the sugar bowl ~
Remembering the cornfields of my youth.
Daddies had a bit too much Christmas cheer
and mama's looking lucky -
Not at all ready to clean any messes.
I envy them… all together, circling the tree.
will they ever remember their old destinies;
or miss me, when the counter is clean?
Gold trophy winner
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Thanks for your wonderful entry and good luck. Be well and be blessed
Well done. Best of luck in this round. (love the background) 
