You were born on a wing and 

a prayer. 

A fragile wing - 

You didn’t belong to 

anything. 

An easier time than most to 

Collect the oxytocin filled parcels 

Ribbons and bows wrapped up - 

careful laughter. 

My Christmas Eve child! 

You were as wedded to winter as I was - I nearly had you in the bath, 

Instead we made it to 

The hospital corridor - 

The tinsel creating a barrier; 

A circle of something between worlds -

Twinkly lights your runway.

There is nothing better than 

Home. 

On Christmas Day. 

Here is where we play - 

Growing up and out 

Your life and this, 

What this is all about.

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