Mother’s Day
Twenty wooden clothespins, slightly askew,
painted every color of the rainbow,
clipped to an empty Starkist tuna can.
A handful of dirt,
a tiny plant
and a quarter cup
of crushed lava rock.
A gift from an 8-year-old,
it graces my typing table
in front of a painting—
gift from another friend—
that it seems made for.
Thank-you, Yoli, little girl
who makes priceless gifts
for a childless friend.
Like me, my grandmother,
peerless collector of cast-offs,
handicrafter extraordinaire,
would have declared it beautiful.
For Apr 20, 2020 NaPoWriMo we are to write a poem about a handmade gift you have received.
How lovely, Judy. What a nice child.
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She is so sweet. My housekeeper’s daughter.
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Lovely to hear that
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What a sweet gift from Yoli!
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Warmed my heart!
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So sweet 💖
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A great gift.
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It’s wonderful and then it’s double wonderful because you can see its worth.
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So sweet.
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Such a tender post
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That must of been the highlight of the day!
Such a sweet child (:
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