A little something,
From me to you.
Not money, nor jewels.
Is any greater.
But you have to wait,
You’ll get it later.
It’s from no store,
Or any mall.
It’s from a place,
Not at all small.
The gift it’s self,
Is full of love.
Hope and joy,
And other stuff.
It’s thoughtful,
And caring.
You are so lucky,
That I’m sharing.
This gift is,
The one and only.
It is no slipper,
Or any old coffee mug.
It’s from me to you,
And it's a big hug!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem seems like a necklace... all the gifted words are its pearls and you made it very professionally.. love to read and keep it as a sweet gift..in words... well done..you are really doing very good poems..God bless you junior friend.. hope you never stop writing that much sweet poems... well done 10/10