Monday, 7 May 2012

on a special day

Everyone needs some unexplained goodness in their life.

There I was opening my curtains thinking no one had remembered.

No cards this year, but their sentimental words would only make me cry.

I cast back my memory to the things only I could remember about that morning eighteen years ago; waking up alone, driving to the supermarket in a slight drizzle, buying croissants and strawberry jam for breakfast on my special day.

Throwing back the final curtain I spied the bag on my doorstep.

I smiled.

A box of cakes like before, just when I needed an extra sweet hug.

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