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Bearing Gifts<\/strong><\/p>\n You visit us with gifts \u2013 whisky, By the fire light you whittle us <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Diana Cant<\/strong> is a child psychotherapist and poet, who has spent all her professional life working with young people in various sorts of distress.\u00a0 One of the aims of her poetry is to give these young people a voice that is seldom heard.\u00a0 She lives and works in Kent, and has been published in various anthologies and journals.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Bearing Gifts You visit us with gifts \u2013 whisky, a bottle of prosecco, flowers, bestowed with cheerful generosity; our horizons lengthen, you update us, upload us into modern life. You offer us a twist to our old certainties, kaleidoscopic pieces shaken into different diamond shapes; how did that rowdy, wayward child \u2013 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19087","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19087","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19087"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19087\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19235,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19087\/revisions\/19235"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19087"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19087"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19087"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na bottle of prosecco, flowers,
\nbestowed with cheerful generosity;
\nour horizons lengthen, you update us,
\nupload us into modern life. You offer us
\na twist to our old certainties,
\nkaleidoscopic pieces shaken
\ninto different diamond shapes;
\nhow did that rowdy, wayward child
\n\u2013 all that boyness \u2013 turn into this,
\na full-grown man, strength rippling
\nunderneath your skin.<\/p>\n
\na wooden spoon, pale blonde curls
\nof beech lie scattered on the floor
\nlike petals, like confetti.<\/p>\n