I got myself going yesterday when I remembered Christmas. I remembered it again this morning. Shortly afterwards remembered the time when I had nowhere to live, and walked round and round carrying my possessions. I remember the kind people who were able to put me up. I remember the places I was eventually sent to. One stank of vomit. Another's carpet was crawling with maggots. Then I got chucked out.
Christmas. I remember the family who never were family to me. I have some happy memories from a very long time ago, but can't remember any recent ones, except when I used to make Christmas dinner for my nephew and his mum. For me any magic disappeared decades ago.
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