My gift was my presence, rather than presents...
An echo of a simpler past
When we talked of the line between sense and nonsense,
Knowing the truth that neither could last.
Tonight I delight in her updated present.
I, shyly retiring, she wryly mature.
Watching the dream that reality sent her;
She's happy, and growing. Of that I am sure...
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
My gift was my presence, rather than presents...
An echo of a simpler past
When we talked of the line between sense and nonsense,
Knowing the truth that neither could last.
Tonight I delight in her updated present.
I, shyly retiring, she wryly mature.
Watching the dream that reality sent her;
She's happy, and growing. Of that I am sure...
