The Gift of Love.
It’s Christmas,
and my presents
all fit inside a sock.
I’m thrilled to bits to find some nuts,
an apple and a pear.
But wait ….. what’s this,
another present there?
A little plastic notebook,
(real crocodile skin for sure).
I can write out special secrets now,
and post them through the door.
My friend and I are getting old,
we’re eight now don’t you know.
The sisters in the big house,
our love we can now show.
“Corrinne, Stanley loves you”
seemed to be just right.
We crept up to the door,
slipped it through
and ran with fright.
We watched then from a distance,
behind the hawthorn tree.
Stanley tried to push me back.
The thorns all stuck in me.
It made me scream and shout,
as Stanley picked me out.
Then to my despair,
I saw Corrinne standing there.
With her sisters she was laughing
for all her worth at me.
But I didn’t find it funny,
falling back into that tree.
The message from the notebook
served a purpose, that’s for sure.
As after that, we were good friends.
No need to slip notes through the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The notebook,
“nothing special”,
I can hear you say.
But without that piece of paper,
we’d have missed that special day.
I might have had a bicycle,
toy cars, or books galore.
But the memory of ‘that little book’
will stay, forever more.
A gift of LOVE was given.
It was all could be afforded.
I took the gift of LOVE with pride,
and so …… I was rewarded.
‘Visions Of The Future Past’
is ‘a gift to ‘you’.
Please accept it, read it often, and pass it on to others YOU care about.
‘Visions Of The Future Past’
Copyright ©1988 FP Publishing (UK)
Author:- Peter Moring.
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