Coming Home
The students are coming home for Christmas.
Some have green hair and are fatter
because of chips and pot noodles.
Some are thinner because of love.
They wonder at the smallness of the buildings
and smile at the displays in the little shops.
Their bodies donít fit the bed like before
and the wall posters are embarrassing.
For a day or two they canít find the teabags.
Their mother has forgotten how much they eat
and has to send out for supplies.
One has gone vegan and didnít think to say.
Their thumbs are busy talking even while
they answer the neighboursí questions.
There is an argument.
They wonder at the smallness of their parents.

Jane Pearn

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