Please Come True
written by: Elizabeth Hilsch
Winter’s fingers clutch and snare
Icy whispers dance through air
Somewhere here a small one stirs
Headed meekly down the stairs
Urgent pacing across the floor
Pulls the handle, opens the door
Out into the sky he sets his gaze
Now with breath held tight he stops to pray
And to the midnight sky he says
Santa, I hope that you can hear
That I have no use for toys at all this year
And I know I mentioned in my letter
Really I’d prefer to have my mummy better
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Christmas has the ability to make the good times seem great and the bad times feel devastating. This poem goes out to all the children who may not get exactly what they want this year.
Elizabeth Hilsch is a trained costume designer and maker living near Leeds, West Yorkshire. She lives with her partner, their two year old son and a rescue staffy that doesn't respect personal space.
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