Penguin Snowglobe

Given to me from my mum
on my 10th birthday
Like snow falling from the ceiling,
as precious as diamonds

You can feel the roughness
as you hold it in your hands,
beautiful like shimmering stars,
up in the murky sky

Gliding through icebergs,
swimming in the sea,
sometimes I imagine it
speaking to me

Saying,
'Hello' I stare at it
in wonder
The sounds of penguins honking

But then you realise,
it's all in a snow-globe