The Special Gift

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The joy of holding gifts unwrapped

faded soon and left me trapped

in a cluttered cage of useless things

I’d fly away from had I wings.

Toys and treats, cards and games

Books and stuff with confusing names.

Parental love made the list endless;

what I truly wanted none did guess.

Did you ask me for a clue

before concluding you knew

what would truly give me joy?

No, it’s not the market’s latest toy.

Next time you wonder what to gift

I hope your attitude sees a shift,

it is clearly your time that I need,

please do pay this wish some heed.

Hold my hand, let’s have some fun

as we play and picnic in the sun,

tell me stories, join me in a race;

say you love me in better ways.

I’ll grow out of all things money can buy,

pleasures of possession will soon turn dry.

But the time you shared I’ll always cherish

like our mutual love that will never perish.

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