The Gift
I found a pebble in my shoe today
How it got there I cannot say
A little blue pebble to call my own
I am sure it needs me to bring it home
I placed it on my windowsill
Where the sun will shine
A magic eye, my young son said.
By morning it was beside my bed
No one said they moved it there
No matter, I said. It did not move there by itself
It seems to roam where it may please
Where I place it, it stays not long.
My husband said to throw it out
I made him swear to touch it not
Magic comes by cosmic hands
It’s not for me to understand
To know it is meant for me alone
I like this magic in my home
To question why, would blow the magic out…
©Anita Dawes
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