She knelt on her carpet
in her new living-room,
A big cardboard box
in front of her,
unwrapping ornaments

It has been exactly ten days
since her mother left,
A small black hole
in her heart,
unravelled her

The rest of the family is out
enjoying the day,
the tall green tree
next to her
stands bare

No Christmas music, movies
or fire this year,
the bright happy memories
behind her now
break her

(s.s)