She goes to the bedroom, opens
the door to the wardrobe. Inside she finds
her mum’s old suitcase, pulls it open
and begins to pack. First, she puts in
a photo of her great granny laughing,
and smiles. Next she puts in a book
of poetry – rainbow coloured
on the outside, golden pages
and silver writing on the inside –
with all her favourite poems in it.
Next, she puts in a computer
to help her with her special needs.
She decides she needs to take a map
of Fife, one that shows the ocean
and the roads around home.
She brings a scarf that doubles
as a blanket, and her favourite
stone she found at the beach –
pink, purple and green. Next,
she adds a book of languages
to help her talk with strangers.
She adds a china teacup, flowers
around the top and pink and purple
at the bottom so she can always
have something to drink. She wants
a piece of music with her, because
it’s a tune her mother always sang
to her as a child, and adds her mother’s
favourite jewellery because she isn’t
with her on the trip. That favourite
heart-shaped bell, which makes her think
of love. Some lace that she made
with her parents, and spare clothes.
Then she adds a tent for safety, remembers
money and adds a purse of bills
she’d kept hidden in that very suitcase.
Matches go in for a fire and for
birthday cakes. Finally, she adds a key
so when she comes home,
she can still open the door.