Boxes

Big boxes wrapped all in silver and gold. 
It would be this way if I could give you the world;
if I could give you the sunset and the sky at dawn,
the aurora's dance and the lonely loon's song. 

Boxes for gifts of magnificence too. 
It would be that way if I could give them to you.
If I could give you a fancy gift from some store,
expensive and grand, worth every penny and more.

Boxes so big, or boxes so small, 
it isn't what's in them that matters at all.
A small lock of hair, or a silly old bear? 
A card or a picture, or something to wear? 

But if the box seems humble and small, 
and when opened it even holds nothing at all, 
look deep within it, for there you will find
a gift just for you; the greatest gift of all kind. 

The smallest of boxes is all that I need,
but my gift to you is priceless indeed. 
It's the feeling of giving, but more than that part, 
it's my love that I give, with a piece of my heart.

may 2001

Included in Scope Journal Volume 1, Issue 2 August/September 2002