Wrong Gift
WRONG GIFT
I gave him glass so he could see
Much further and with clarity
A focused lens which magnifies
Binoculars for his teenage eyes
But gave it I to him or me?
I thought to share the sights, just we -
The stars, the birds up in the tree:
To see the wonders of the skies
I gave him glass.
But he was even then too free
To dabble thus with imagery -
His int’rest in practical lies
And later won many a prize.
I gave an illusory spree -
I gave him glass.
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Entered in Cyndi MacMillan’s Contest GIFTS GIVEN, GIFTS RECEIVED. A RONDEAU
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Note
This is the real story of a gift I once gave at Christmas to my then
fourteen year old son, whose interests I clearly misjudged at the time.
He almost never used the binoculars
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