Jellied Fruits and Dates

Posted: April 9, 2015 in My Poetry
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  NaPoWriMo day nine and here’s poem number seven, it’s called Jellied Fruits and Dates. It’s slightly out of season but hopefully you’ll like it and it will invoke happy memories of your Christmas past…

 

A memory lodged inside my head,

a ghost of Christmas past.

We were watching the panto on TV,

I can’t remember which one.

All of us jumbled together

on the old grey sofa in the front room,

skinny arms & legs intertwined

or dangling off the edge,

waiting for Dad to peel clementines

and hand them over one by one.

Jellied fruits and dates

from Robinsons’ Christmas Club

sat neglected on the sideboard.

Only when the selection boxes

and tinned toffees were done

would we turn to them.

Mum was doing a spread in the kitchen

of cold turkey, cheese and pickles.

It was so close I felt the warmth of the fire

and the bounce of the cushions

as we jumped up and down calling “behind you;”

so real that I almost stretched out my hand to take my fruit

and slide the sweet juicy segments into my mouth one by one;

so good that I laughed and smiled as if I were ten.

Then something happened to break my dream,

a premature awakening,

and I was overcome by a sudden sadness.

Silly really, it was no more than a snapshot;

a picture postcard from a child’s eye view.

 

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