The Christmas Gift
How fast time has flown past me I don’t know,
it has taken away my youthful glow.
I’m lonely in the old niche, dispossessed,
for the chick grew its wings and left the nest.
The sense of longing in my heart lives on
for my daughter, Dora, the only one.
She’s coming in Christmas time to see me,
I can’t express how much I feel happy.
My heart says, “a Christmas gift you give her,
something for the winter she will prefer.”
Sitting by window I knit a sweater,
I hear my mind say, “will she ever wear?”
My heart says, “I pour love in what you knit,
your warm embrace Dora will feel in it.”
As I knit my heart tells mind, “don’t worry,”
she’s still my little girl, she’ll be merry”.
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