Christmas Card

He recognised the way she wrote the letter ‘z’

With that tail, like a crotchet rest

To give the music silence.

He paused too, looking at the envelope in his hand

It stung when he ripped it open

Like pulling a plaster off after leaving it too long.

But there it was, another Christmas card

From the supermarket

His name scrawled inside and a row of kisses at the bottom.

It was worse to be almost forgotten

And hastily remembered

Than to be totally erased from her life

and given a clean slate to start from

Completely motherless.

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