Beth A. Fleisher
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,
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.