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2010 - THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER
In Cape Town the bitter cold north wind
needles under my clothes and wind
my scarf around my neck and face,
penetrating bones, the cold I have to face.
It reminds me of the winter of ’10:
London was under snow and minus 10;
the worst winter since all records began.
The many cancelled plane trips finally began.
We left in the morning – trepidation great,
not knowing our fate and our spirits not great.
Snowbound and cocooned in the flat
above the city; the landscape coloured flat.
Smoke lazy issuing from a chimney pot.
A solitary annoying raven I wish to pot,
waking me each morning with his crow.
I have something about which I can crow:
I’m seeing my daughter for the first time.
Grinning from ear to ear all the time.
No public transport running – snowed in.
Christmas spent in solitude – staying in.
Only my daughter and I at the table,
ignoring old family issues on the table.
Feasting on the turkey she had prepared.
With open heart she had come prepared.
I salute her! Nothing will compare ever!
2010 - The Best Christmas ever!
Poetry form: Identical Rhyme