Christmas Cards

I never send my wife a Christmas card. I could say I believe them a rip-off in the sense of the price, the queuing to pay for it and the sentimental old tosh that’s written inside, but none of those are the real reason. I just hate spending money!

Instead, I write a poem then have it printed on a card that fits into her handbag and trust it’s liked enough to be carried. This is the one for this year (2015)

My heart had been split…………..Open wide

The love had been cut…………….From deep inside

My soul had been opened……… ..And then left bare

Without any hope…………………Remaining there.

The love you gave………………  Was free from cost

Its purity restored…………………That which was lost

Side by side we stood …………….As one

Until all but love…………………  Had passed and gone.

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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One Response to Christmas Cards

  1. A beautiful idea Danny. Down deep you are a true romantic. How lovely to be able to carry your thoughts of love with her all year. Kudos. :o)

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