Beth A. Fleisher

Hour 24

Prompt 24:  Write a poem about a gift, real or imagined, fantastical or boring.

 

The Honor Gift

I read the note on the Manila envelope,

Smiling at what he wrote.

Baffled by the thickness of the package,

I carefully opened it — and sighed in awe.

Inside were stacks of his CD’s.

The two we made together,

Some from his early days,

Some new music I hadn’t heard yet.

And at the bottom of all of that,

The book.

I had wanted that book for years,

But other things had been priority.

Now, he had gifted it to me.

Honored me, with all of it.