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WannabePoet
Member

since 2003-12-10

Posts 62
New York USA

0 posted 2003-12-27 04:08 AM

His presents had all been opened
He sat amidst tons of new toys
and crumpled, disgarded, used up
colorful wrapping paper

He was happy and thankful
But a taste of bitter disappointment
turned down his bow lips
and sparkled in his yet unfallen tears

Alas,The one thing he truly wanted
was not under the tree
So to perk himself up,
he stood up with excitement
and gave out his own gifts

He watched with pleasure
as I exclaimed with fake glee
at the 26th pen, he had bought for me
His eyes shone with the true joy of giving

Then almost as an after thought,
he pulled from under the tree
those oh so precious gifts
of things he had made in school

They were to me, the most treasured of all
But beyond that they were created from him,
They were truly masterful works of art
He is a gifted child, beyond a mothers pride

But alas, there the story does not end
For I had pulled a fast one
on my most beloved son,
Hidden away, tucked in my room
was that thing he had wanted
beyond all his dreams

Oh the joy and the wonder
that crept all over his face
His whole body shivered
as he unmasked his desire
He slowly unzipped the hiding case
Wanting to postpone that moment

Then his eyes lit up with all the worlds wonders
as his eyes feasted upon
what he had already named… Black Fire
he drank in the sight with absolute joy

Slowly, he reached out his hand
to caress it’s neck,
and gingerly strummed a string or two
He gripped it gently and pulled her out

He held her in complete revelry
His eyes ran up and down the length of her
Taking her all in, as his hands
gently stroked her black, shining body
His eyes opened as wide as they may

He pulled her close, and slowly,
ever so gently, he closed his eyes
and began to play his new best friend
The look on his face was that of pure bliss

It is now over 24 hours since he has met her
He has yet to put Black Fire, his electric guitar,
down for more than a few brief moments
Then only to pay some attention,
to those other toys
so they do not feel forgotten

It is safe to assume,
that his 8th Christmas day
will be that one we all have
The one that will forever
remain in his memory
The one that will always be
the happiness of what
all future Christmas's should be

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

1 posted 2003-12-27 05:39 AM

Wonderful poem, it had such a good feel about it. My grandson is 8 and his favourite present was ...marbles; ah! but they're Action Man ones.
Kethry

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2003-12-27 08:58 AM

giving/receiving the gift of magic is the greatest present of all, and that's what a guitar can be...a tool that can release passionate emotions from the heart and soul

thank you for sharing this piece

Michelle_loves_Mike

Senior Member

since 2003-12-20

Posts 1189
Pennsylvania

3 posted 2003-12-27 02:30 PM

touches deep and really puts across how the love of music is born early. I see that same joy and sparkle everytime my best friend strums his guitar and bass,,,,whether he is performing for one, or a thousand,,,,,,great read
Michelle

I wish all could find the true happiness I have found,,in the eyes of Mike

Ericc
Member Elite

since 2003-01-31

Posts 4178

4 posted 2003-12-28 01:52 PM

Perfect.

Eric

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