The Night After Christmas

It was a night after Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse
And all outside the leaves had gone to bed
And a boy inside wished he was dead.

“This is the worst winter ever,
My pet and best friend died
I’m fed up of this bitter weather,
I’m frozen,” the poor boy cried.

The boy then turned to his mother
“It’s the balance of nature,” she said
The circle of life altogether
Spring is life, and winter is death.”

The sun wakes the trees and flowers
And springtime blossoms with mirth
And winter’s ivory towers
Melt away back into the earth.

By Logan and Kirt Rainford

Written in the first dark days of home education, I learnt so much about anxiety, depression, post-traumatic stress disorder, panic attacks, school phobia – learning at home solved a lot of these problems but it took a while before things became more ‘normal’.  But we got through it – and we all understand what all these things feel like – and how difficult they are to come to terms with.  We are all happy to help others to get through it too.