You shook me and placed me to your ears.
Kept guessing who I was for nine months, to years.
Slowly as I grew, you unwrapped the paper,
Assuring me there were lessons you kept for later.
But the hourglass emptied before we expected
And soon I collected dust. I was neglected.
You may have left me feeling bereft
but I won't forget you calling me your gift
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
You shook me and placed me to your ears.
Kept guessing who I was for nine months, to years.
Slowly as I grew, you unwrapped the paper,
Assuring me there were lessons you kept for later.
But the hourglass emptied before we expected
And soon I collected dust. I was neglected.
You may have left me feeling bereft
but I won't forget you calling me your gift
