7 December 2012
The glass floors for skating had once been a lake.
The children learn to ballet on the sugar cake.
footsteps painted, the artist falls,
Fall like angels. Red cheeked like dolls.
Shrouded in mum's woolen, she bought in mid-July.
Now, she will stop them from falling,
knowing that soon one day they'll just want to fly.
Christmas Cake • Opuss № I