Gift Box

It is Christmas, after all. And this morning, as my family and I shared love and wonder, magic was everywhere. Here’s a bit of that magic.

Gift Box

Simplicity is best.
Perhaps an old shoebox
lost in the dark bottom

of a bedroom closet
in a bedroom where the bed
is never slept in and the air

is stale with silence.
Fill it with small treasures,
each one wrapped in a swatch

of blue silk: three acorns
from an oak tree that remembers
the stories birds sing, a coin

broad enough to heft the wishes
of a young boy who wields
a stick as well as Arthur brandished

his sword, and a book of white parchment,
each page blank, but gleaming
with promise.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mystery Box.”

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