Christmas Gifts Unboxed
A call from a nephew here
A text from children, not near
It takes so little, these days
Be grateful always, He says
Another day on planet earth
Forget the shape of my girth
A place to work called home
A world in which I cannot roam
For these things, Him I thank
With every breath, I am more frank
No more secrets between us, at all
Falsehoods before the omniscient will fall
Copyright © Melvin D'Lima | Year Posted 2020
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