My Gift to You
My Gift to You
I’ve searched and shopped
Thought and stopped
At every window display
Oh, the nights and days
Combed the aisles
They went on for miles
Searching and peering
Hope disappearing
Dizziness blinding
My watch keeps reminding
There’s no one to help me
My basket still empty
As the lights go to dark
And I walk through a park
Snow on my tongue
Cold air fills my lungs
My childhood returns
And the full moon confirms
It’s the thought, not the gift
How completely I missed
The material world
My reality blurred
It’s not about spending
But all about spreading
It’s love, that’s the gift
But not like a kiss
It’s a hand to help others
They’re my sisters and brothers
Pulling up when they’re down
Coaxing smiles from a frown
Checking in on a neighbor
Helping out with a favor
Words of peace and of joy
Even those who destroy
Pay it forward, they say
But don’t make a display
My gift doesn’t end
Like the holiday trends
I’m bubbling with happiness
Troubles behind us
My heart growing bigger
Since I looked in the mirror
A gentle reminder
We can always be kinder
If we each do our part
We can open each heart
Stay grounded to earth
And finally, see our true worth
Additional Reading
R.J. Schwartz is published poet and website owner, his catalogue of works on The Creative Exiles Website and on HubPages
Ralph also manages and owns, The Gypsy Thread , a website focused on pagan history, the unexplained, magic, witchcraft, pagan rituals, full moon healing ceremonies, and the haunted.
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Beautifully expressive and a pleasure to read. Sending love and best wishes to you and yours, Ralph, for a joyful holiday season.
What a wonderful poem with a message everyone needs to hear. Have a wonderful Christmas, Ralph.