A Gift
/She walked up to him, reclining there in his beach chair,
feigning indifference, while surreptitiously evaluating
the youthful lithe form
Drifting as effortlessly over the sand,
as the shadow she cast before her
She reached out, holding a gift in her delicate hand
A rock, stamped with impressions of ancient times
Here, she said, I found this over there - I think it’s pretty
with all the fossilized shells and colours...
I have a bigger one I’m carrying back home and
thought it would be a shame to discard this one,
so I decided to give it to you, her smile offered
Well, he said, I think you are right - I think those are fossils
and it IS very pretty - thank you for sharing this beauty with me
...so what should I call this beautiful gift?
Laurel, she lilted...
Coral? he teased...
like Coral, but with an L, she laughed
Alright like Coral with an L, he quipped
I shall bring pretty coral Laurel home with me
And there forevermore, she will grace an honoured place
Upon the console of my soul...
Her hair haloed her head, as she abruptly turned
disappearing into the brilliance of her smile,
stealing the shadow from his face, leaving him
suddenly blind in her absence…
By Marc Charette
From: Canada
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