on the cold winter grassstyrofoam chip boxes
© Rachel Green 2019
Guilt and Regret
51.
He loves Christmas;
bankrupts himself
to make his adult children smile
while I keep out of the way
remembering the simplicity of childhood
where we got one big present
(costing no more than ten pounds)
and a smaller one
where the magic of Christmas
was to move the telly into the front room
(only used for this one week of the year)
and light the coal fire in the morning.
My father would wear his best jumper
and plat carols on the stereogram
or watch a war film on the telly,
toasting bread over the open coals
and celebrating with figs and wine.
© Rachel Green 2019
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