Shawn L. Bird

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poem- gifts December 25, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 pm

It’s not the boxes,

the wait for the mail,

some dream little thing.

All that’s wanted

is you:

the slice of your heart,

the being known

by you,

being loved

by you,

being held

by you.

There is no greater gift;

your genuine love

is all that’s wanted

beneath the tree

this Christmas.


One Response to “poem- gifts”

  1. The thing some men just forget. She taught me early, and it remains, even though she’s gone on.

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