Hand Made Gifts.
The shells the strings,
White flower with pretty beads.
All hand made for a great human beings.
The best kind of gifts come from pride.
Knowing it was made for me brightens me up my inside.
The smallest littlest things that is not store bought some times,
makes me cry.
Whenever I give out a hand made gifts.
I will buy a picture frame that usually fits.
Then I will print out a picture that is neat.
Then write a poem on it to make it complete.
My work will be a wall time piece.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2010
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