a gift

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