When a gift
Is truly a gift
Then the giver
Has let go

And the future
Of said gift
Is in the hands
Of the recipient

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 7, 2016, in Poetry, Prose With Pretensions and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. I smiled as I read this. My sister gave me a jewelry box when we were kids. I think for Christmas. We got into a fight and she took the jewelry box back. She still has it after 40 some years. 🙂 Whenever I see it I say oh you still have my jewelry box. 🙂

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  2. Some never understand this. It’s those people that I don’t want a present from.

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