She waited at the door,
Bare feet on the cold floor,
What will the post bring today?
Cards big and small
Dropped into the hall
With a clatter, a flutter, in disarray.
She scooped them into her hands
Removed the elastic bands
Ran headlong into the kitchen.
Ripped open the envelopes,
Excitement keeping up her hopes.
For a card of a robin in a garden.
There was sparkle, there was glitter,
Funny ones that made her titter
But the best one was almost the last.
It had a robin and some holly,
Very sweet and very jolly,
A scene from Christmas past.
She placed it on the shelf with care,
And she stood back to be able to stare
At her favourite card that year.
Inside was written her name
From her Grandma far away it came
But this card brought her Grandma so near.
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Author:
Catherine Leach (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a memory of mine when I used to wait for the Christmas card from my Gran who lived in Ireland. I adored my Gran.
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Good write C.
Theres something adoreable about this poem too for the way it highlights a special love.
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Robins really make a card seem Christmas, a very sweet write. ☺
What a lovely memory. Such a warm nice poem.
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