Monday, 27 December 2010
A Message From Home
When the loudest of the guests had gone and the biggest of the gifts had been opened I sat amidst the wrapping paper and empty boxes, and opened a letter addressed solely to me.
Inside, my mummy had written these words:
I wanted to give you a star,
but then I realised you were one.
I wanted to give you happiness,
but I realised you had it.
I wanted to wrap up dreams,
but realised you lived them,
I wanted to make magic
but saw it was all around you."
And there in somebody else's house, under somebody else's tree, following a day with somebody else's family, I felt as though I'd finally come home.