Poem: Present

I always said you were a present
And like a pretty gift wrapped box
You never know what’s inside
When you open up to the outside
Sometimes she’s a dream
Other times she’s all the things
Packed away and hoped forgotten
In the face of uncertainty every time
I hold the edge of ribbon pulling slow
Wondering if it’s a gift I want
Hoping and wishing that this year
I’m on the nice list and she’ll be
Everything I’d hoped she’d be
Even if she’s not we’ll unpack it all
Only to put it all away again
To try again next year

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