I don’t know
What to give
Those I love
Save myself,
A poor, sad,
Meager gift.
I long to lift
The box lid
For them all
Christmas morn
And listen
For their breaths
Disappearing
Into awe.
I know them all
And love them all,
Yet I know not
What they want,
Nor how to grant
Their desires.
I offer only love,
My frail failure,
Wrapped with
A ragged bow.
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