Wrap this day in silver,
tie a big red ribbon on it.
You can't give it away,
you can't keep it,
so do what your mamma taught you to:
write a note thanking the giver.
Be specific, Mamma said.
Tell Her what you liked about Her gift.
Not just one thing, Mamma said,
mention at least two or three.
Don't forget, Mamma said. Do it now.
You will never get this gift again.
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I wrote a comment on this poem but the codes failed, so I'll try again. Here goes - I too wrote Thank You notes as a child, under my Mom's helpful gaze. It provided a good lesson in gratitude and gave us writing experience.Your poem approaches the task almost like a recipe for proper behavior. It's a charming memory preserved in verse. BTW I immediately posted a bio after reading your comment, but I forgot about space limitations and only had room up to my 16th year, which leaves 51 years unaccounted for! . I'll revise it later.