The Best Gift

Six warm quarters fall in my hands,

I cradle them gently,

And stare at them with bewildered eyes,

As if what’s fallen into my grasp,

Is nothing short of gold.

My vision glazes over

As I think of all the ten-cent candies

And five-cent bubblegums I can buy.

Every cent is gone,

Before I take my next breath.

Mother calls to me,

Scolding my rudeness.

I look to the weathered man,

And smile my thanks.

His grin is one of triumph and toothlessness,

As he waves and waddles away.

To him,

He’s given me the greatest Christmas present,

And then he’s gone,

Before I can tell him myself

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s