The Star

We three not yet
Wise sisters
Born into a journey
Not in search of a child but
An answer to our parents’ lives
Together sat between the
Two on our living room floor
Ever in anticipation of the moment
Our evergreen would burst into both
Tinsel and angels shining through
Our front window, a dark night
Glittering circle of light,
Very faithfully, we three girl
Children untangled old-fashioned
Christmas tree bulbs, hooked into
A common circuit, we all had
Divined if one goes off, in truth,
So might not they all?