The Honest Gift Poem by Galina Struchalina

Take them. In memory, please, take
The wind and holy frost
That grind a Christmas star and make
Pure brilliance for the lost.

The key, which cannot crank and turn
And does not lock the doors
But, still, it may replace a horn
In reckless boyish wars.

The pigeon pen. The rays of Sun –
To play a game of tag.
A piece of candle and a dun,
All faded pirate flag.

Take them and learn the fact I knew:
The knighthood time became.
This is the honest gift for you
From me. Besides the name.