I told myself,
When wrapping
Up your gift...
I had no expectations
But a full-blown rose
A glass of wine
A love poem
Seemed most fit.
Just another present
To declare my love anew:
A magic box of buttercreams
A silky scarf
A lasting dream
A hand-knit hat
A rag-top car
A parakeet,
A mason jar
The sun and moon
The northern star.
But in my outstretched palms
You see a walnut shell
A robin's egg, a book of verse,
A piece of chalk, an apple pie,
A late-spring walk.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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