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The Gift
A seemingly empty box, sits beneath the tree
A ribbon tied around it, ever so tightly
It has a label, and it bears my name
But this Christmas, it’s just not the same
‘Neath the bow, a card labeled for me
And my curiosity, gets the better of me
I open the box, confirming all there is to see
Is the bottom of this box, that sits empty
I walk across the room; and I take a seat
And the card from atop the box, I begin to read
“The greatest gift of all, is one that cannot be seen”
“Boxes and toys go away; they become obsolete”
“All gifts will be broken, it’s just a matter of time”
“Even the gift of life is like a clock; and will have a final chime”
“But love is timeless, and it never truly fades”
“It surpasses life itself, and never goes away”
“So raise your head, for as this you read”
“I’m watching over you, but you cannot see”
“A mothers love, cannot be contained in a box ‘neath a tree”
“I love you son . . . Sincerely,”
Mom
