Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Sunday, March 4, 2018
To the Greatest Gift
You’re better than roller blades or a laptop
You’re better than cookies or pizza
They tell me you’re the greatest gift
But I have trouble comprehending
Like the monster under the bed, unseen
What could possibly make something “The Greatest?”
From the moment, I receive you, I know
You will be hard work, sleep deprivation and responsibility
They tell me you’re the greatest gift
You will also be the smile on my face
You will become my clock
You will become the answer to the question
"How are you?"
"How are you?"
Can it be
That you are the one that is receiving the greatest gift?
The welcome reception that will be held
in your honor by
all those who somehow love
you, the being that does not even exist
Your father
Never retaliating or responding in kind
When I’m on a ship in a never ending
storm
and acting like the pirate captain
Bringing Ginger-ale and crackers
Cracking jokes
to elicit a smile
Bringing Ginger-ale and crackers
Cracking jokes
to elicit a smile
Or my father, who lifts the crippling pressure
As if with the ease
of a man lifting a feather
When in reality
it has the weight of a boulder
Or my mother
Who hugs me through me
the nonsense that I spurt
like a whale coming up for air
Or my friends
The ones who knew
and who suffered through my Mr. Hyde
through the waves coming as frequently as the ocean
So perhaps
You are receiving the greatest gift
You are entering a world of rainbows and butterflies
Because these people won’t let you see the truth
You will only know love
They tell me you're the greatest gift
And my hope is that you only continue
to bring out the greatest gifts
In all of those around you
To my greatest gift
I await you with baited breath
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