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