The Present
by Swoo
Posted: Friday, April 21, 2006 Word Count: 56 |
Thank you for the present. It’s beautiful.
I’ve kept it in my room all these years.
Everyday I look at it and think of you.
That silly green spiky thing, just like us.
I heard you died on November 7th.
I opened my curtains. Birds were feeding in the garden.
Parrots.They were so noisy and funny.