The Gift
The Gift
A little child received a gift.
It's wrapping very plain.
It set outside the cottage door.
In the cold, hard, driving rain.
With happy smiles she brought it in.
And sat it on the floor.
To receive a gift on such a day;
Surprised her to the core.
With bated breath she opened it,
To see what was inside.
Her heart beat with excitment;
Her spirit rose with pride.
When the paper fell away;
She felt like such a fool.
For there upon the kitchen floor;
Lay an ancient, rusty tool.
"What am I to do with this"?
She asked her Mommy dear;
"I have no idea what it is".
Her eyes were filled with tears.
"I have no use for such a thing,
Oh Mom what should I do"?
"It is your gift" her Mother said:
"So that is up to you".
She carried it her whole long life;
Clutched tightly in her fist.
And always asked the question.
"What do I do with this"?
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