How could I not want a gift that you gave Me, even if it arrived in pieces? Glue them together in gold so I save The story of those imperfect creases. Wonder with glee what is wrapped up inside. It’s the thought though that’s truly the treasure. A present speaks loudly what you never hide. That your feelings for me are past measure. Why is it then that you look rather sad? You gave me your heart. I know it’s broken. Enough for me that it came from you, Dad. In my chest beats a love that’s unspoken. Carry your memory in this cage of bone. The heart we share means that I’m always home.
