Of the Heart
A gift of the heart
This day has come to a close
The sky a soft pink-to-blue-to-grey
The kitten sits on the windowsill
Surveying his domain
The world at peace
The mountains remain silent
Watching over the people of the valley
Counting the gifts bestowed
A token is a gift of the heart
Preferably unique
One of a kind
Often made by the hand of the giver
Could be a handkerchief
With your initial embroidered on it
Or a paper Valentine
It should carry no market value
Or if it does
The value in coins should be small
As it is a gift of the heart
Something that cannot be purchased
Perhaps a special rock or stone
Found along the way
A flower from your garden
Cookies you bake yourself
Or a letter on blue paper
Tied with a blue ribbon
It is a keepsake after all
Something small
That will fit into your breast pocket
Perhaps a fossil of a shell from long ago
A feather that landed at your feet
The gift would mean nothing to anyone else
But would mean everything to me
A token of your love
A song that only you could sing.
Little gifts exchanged
Love endured
Put away for safe keeping
Or kept near the heart for all times
March 7, 2018
3 comments:
Ah, this is lovely. It's Mothers Day in the UK on Sunday, and this made me think of the little gifts my kids used to give me - valueless and priceless at the same time. You capture it beautifully. Thank you for sharing.
This is so beautiful.......I love the gifts mentioned....especially the feather. I remember walking along the beach road years ago, explaining to two friends that I wanted an eagle feather. But you cant "just get" an eagle feather, I explained - it has to be gifted to you when you are deemed worthy. As I was speaking, we saw an eagle feather on the road, lying directly in my path. I picked it up and said "I believe this is for me". They looked at me in awe, as if I were a conjurer. LOL. They said "We think it is too."
The gifts from the heart are priceless!
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