For the first time in nineteen years I’m planning
Christmas with my parents, to be with them as
one singing Carols, preparing delicacies to eat –
but particularly singing songs mother wrote,
presenting the play she designed for us ages
ago when we twins were just six years old
Back then my brothers and dad spoiled things –
but this time we can present mother’s songs less
their interference, and afterwards I can go for a
spin on brother-in-law’s motorbike, making up
for events we missed when small – yes, this
Christmas will be a grand reunion ball
For the first time in nineteen years I shan’t be
home; it’s either or, never parents and hubby
together, and though he was angry hearing
my plans – after nineteen years he cannot
really complain – it is the first time I shall be
with them – I think it is fair,
Nineteen years is long enough
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