What Gift Does My Mother Want
When she asked what to get her Mother this Christmas,
Her Father said, “Life’s most expensive gift of all.
A little of your time is all she wants from you.
Forget buying, forgo wrapping, no boxes big or small;
Give her the gift of what she misses most. Just you.
If that’s too much to expect, of course it’s your call.
We know it’s a busy life, as we’ve lived it ourselves.”
I fear my Mother felt the same ‘til my hurry began to stall.
I made it up in later years, but backfilling love into years gone by
Is a task impossible to achieve, and the gap can become a wall.
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