Untraceable Poem by Patti Masterman

I breathe in the spirit of Christmas past
Again, unpacking those familiar things:
Through several generations, they have passed-
Of love, loss, and magic, they richly sing.

The gossamer wings of the angels still glow
Already antique, even when I was new:
The long years usage beginning to show-
But with childhood fascinations yet imbued.

Most revered mysteries, observed alone
Touching old relics, so irreplacable:
Venerated histories, even older grown-
Souls pathway to soul, as ever untraceable.