Presents Poem by Dean Meredith

We are blessed with presents from strangers
Yours neatly wrapped with ribbons and bows
Mine in a paper bag with a handle of string
Yours carefully hidden with time to wonder
Mine just sitting waiting to be dragged out
Yours jiggle excitedly within inspiring joy
Mine peak out at your party so bright
Yours stand on stage and like the crowd
Mine are afraid to leave their rough brown home
Yours sparkle and radiate and know they belong
Mine nervously worry about glaring voices
Yours are secretive and imprisoned in colour
Mine are lonely and ashamed and don't quite fit
Mine hide and silently cast timid little shadows
Missing their old friends the darkness and the bag
Your gifts give everything but give too much
Mine see everything and see too much