Christmas Cookies Cut Like Ice
Christmas Cookies Cut like Ice
You brought presents for the kids.
They hesitated at the door, I watched.
I had to ask myself, why?
I could not help it.
(…)
You brought a broken doll in a fancy dress,
A train without track.
Thank you.
Leave.
You wanted to talk, you always do.
You left your calling card behind,
only after I pressed “9” (11).
A black eye, not so bad,
I am not sad.
Gone.
My children laugh and sing in the other room.
The popcorn is popping.
We are going to watch TV.
Together.
Me, and them.
Family.
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