The gift
A present is hope
in thoughtfully chosen and expensive paper,
(to be folded with equal thought for later, but never used)
sharp folds and Sellotape hidden as if it was vulgar.
Untied in slow motion to stretch the moment –
the thought that counts –
rolled the ribbons around your hand,
tidy.
I hope you like it: it’s not much
You organised yourself for surprise,
delight and an authentic positive response.
I love it: it’s just what I need
as you made space for disappointment
and reproach about expecting too much.
No wonder it’s hard to live in the present.
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