Snapshots Of Christmas - Poem by Alison Cassidy
The lumpy pillowcase
is scary at the end of the bed.
Saving the best parcel for last -
a beautiful walking doll with stiff legs.
Suffering the wet kisses
of moth-balled aunts.
Lazing about in the river
filled to the brim.
A welcome break
from 'The government Inspector'.
A pair of new grandparents
beaming in the doorway.
Holding my slippery son
against my belly.
Kissing the cheek
of my dying father.
with my lusty new lover.
Trying hard to hide
the pain of betrayal.
A familiar suitcase
packed in anger.
A family gathering par excellence -
All's well that ends well.
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