Christmas Presents – Poem

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…


 Christmas Presents

 One present never varied.

‘Aunt’ Clara, a long-time friend

And near contemporary

Of Grandma, would always send

A box of  “oranges and lemons”.


A miniature crate

Divided into sections

With bright orange and lemon

Spheres, bitter-sweet confections,

Became an annual convention.


One day Clara surprised us;

Married a one-time teacher.

My mother said “No-one else

Would have him. Burden to her

He will be.” Coughed a lot. Consumption


But Clara never faltered.

She found her joy in caring

For her late love. And for me

This frail old man came bearing

A precious gift – A love of poetry.


© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards


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