Sunday, March 4, 2018

To the Greatest Gift



Well at least that’s what they tell me you are
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?"

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

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