Gifts

We're challenged today to write a poem about a handmade gift we've received. I know exactly the gift I will always treasure...

Paper flower

It was a bad morning –

I was older

and Dad wasn't home

I wished the day away

without fuss,

without incident,

without acknowledgement

But my sister 

came into my room,

paper flower in hand,

twisted onto a green pipe cleaner –

she thought it'd cheer me up

Bittersweet tears filled my eyes;

how such simple 

pink and blue tissue paper

could humble so

and make me so grateful

all at once

That precious paper flower –

the best birthday gift ever

Andrea Vermaak © 2020