A Gift
Given in hundreds of ways
Wrapped in thousands of forms
And given for a million reasons
From one to many
Many to one
Or even one to one
Perhaps it is the best gift
That I can ever hope to give.

Ironic enough,
A giver who gives this
Consequently, receives the same.
And the receiver who receives this
Hopes to give the same.
Lucky is the messenger
Who made
Both feel the same,
For he shall partake
Of a gift the same.

It brings a smile
To the teary-eyed
Gives some vigor
To the droopy ear
Has a comforting pat
To those who are down
And a warm tight hug
To those freezing in pain.

It sometimes come as warm,
But never cold
However, most of the time
Taken for granted.
But realizing its true value
Only when it’s given
Some thought and thanks.

Some offer it as warm cup of coffee
On a cold rainy day
Sometimes a cup of Earl Grey
To the old and desolate
And even a chilled glass of milk
To the young and vibrant.
However, again it is not measured
In cups nor glasses
In chocolates nor doughnuts
Naught in roses nor rain droplets
Neither in the moon nor the horizon
For it is far greater and more valuable
Than any of these.

Then again, it can also be a luggage
That the limp can carry
Or a language
That the mute can speak
Or a word
That the deaf can hear
And definitely a beauty
That the blind can see.

Its teacher is pain
And its lover is risk

Its father is Innocence
And its mother is Love
Its brother is Kindness
And its sister is Care

Finally, its offspring
Never fails to give
Comfort and Warmth
Let her name be Smile

And this is what I wish to give you
My gift be called happiness
From Me to You…