Little boxes made of gift wrapping paper
Hold shiny things so tiny
That they bring sparks of memory
To the feeble hands that open them
Hands misshapen with arthritis
But when the lid comes off
The eyes open wide with a smile
Knowing the occasion this sparkly necklace marked
Or that charmed ring signified
And it’s not so much the dollar value
That matters today or even tomorrow
But the love, the thought, the intention
Of the giver, whose only wish
Was to bring pleasure, joy, delight
To the receiver to wear and feel pretty.
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