Gift
In the warm glow of the red tree lights
she giggled with a purpose
and looked for her name
and gently pushed aside curious cat
Discovering, she clapped her hands
grabbed her parcel
and remembered I was there
for a moment
'Love it. Dolly. For me.'
After all she had been through
Somehow, she had made it to her fifth Christmas
She had found her gift.
I was looking at mine.
She opened more parcels, played, hugged
and gently pushed aside curious cat
© Dave Hughes
