She offers me
the gift
inexpertly & awkwardly
wrapped.
Christmas paper in July.
Water drips from
its centre.
I open it up
& am greeted by
a stone
a bunch of grass
(with roots still attached)
& two(& a half) twigs
a half crazy bug who
just happened to be
caught up in it.
'It's a present
of here! '
I thanked her
& she trundled off
telling her dolly
called 'Dolly'
'See...I know him!
'Told you he'd like it! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the two way title...a 'present' and a 'present moment! ! ' How perfectly you 'see' into her childhood, and tell all those moments that she PRESENTED to you...and thus, to me. Thank you, dear Donall, dear Friend, father of an angel! !