“’Tis the gift to be simple.”
Then why do we choose and admire
other gifts — adorned, elaborate,
complex, challenging, difficult?
We swaddle them in beautifully
crafted wrappings with fancy bows,
all to be torn and discarded.
Why do we forget this simple truth?
What if we learned to wrap one
another in our loving presence
and simply be present together?
This was written for Miz Quickly’s Day Twenty-Seven prompt, a poem about shopping for gifts on Black Friday.