A Goose-Feather Pillow Poem by Margaret Alice

Asked a goose-feather pillow
for Christmas, holding it tightly;
and a small handbag, I don’t
like to rummage around in a
big Mary-Poppins kind
of thing

My pillow goes everywhere with
me, like a teddy; I LOVE downy
pillows, dreamt about having one
of my own, the old one – about
thirty years at least, inherited –
disintegrated

Upon my washing it rigorously;
I’m so happy with this dream
fulfilled!

Martin chose a book, Nici wanted
a knife, Tiaan got a telescope, my
sister

Bought a chandelier – we
are all so happy about what
this Christmas brought…