Posted in Poetry

Wrapped surprise

i/  What is in that box you see?

Could it be a gift for me?

I really hope it is, for you see

Up to now nothing has been free


ii/  I paid in blood, sweat and tear

By openly defying my fear

By all the burdens that I bear

By all the martyrdom I wear


iii/  It is just such a surprise

A secret Santa gift reprise

I feel special, I suddenly realise

Before I ever release the ties


iv/  To look inside this precious gift

Without its presence I felt bereft

I would miss its emotional lift

Happiness would simply drift


v/  Away from me and the moment

Even unopened I am content

So pleased that it is present

For simple joy it do represent


vi/  So thank you for thinking of me

For this beautiful gift given so freely

Even unopened I feel so carefree

Knowing it sits there waiting for me






I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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