a gift
Here, sad child adult
here’s a book for you to hold
Poems? You say, I don’t do poetry
I do imagining the impossible
like a portable computer screen
with laser printer resolution
not words
Here, unwrap brown paper
I know you don’t do fancy packaging
neither to I still now decades past
unwrap and look, there’s author
on the cover, a name, your name
you will have are going to
find words
Here, read what your soul
your tattered torn heart will speak
hollow pain fills your being
you can will have are freeing
lone pain gone no longer alone
trust, you are loved, speak
your words
5th December 2021 #Pennings