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

A Poet's Call

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