Gift Hunting
A soft shawl drenched in love, a few dainty home décor
a smile across Mom’s
face, that’s for sure.
A smart shirt, savvy gadgets for the car
now my bro is loading me with presents without par.
Branded purses, perfumes and souvenirs
gifts for rest of the family, I manage without an uproar.
Father I heard wore the sweater till it tore
Mom secretly discarded it, before it became family joke lore.
Never demanding,
considerate and loving,
treasuring gifts for
their intrinsic worth,
Mom –In -Law, like the rest of the kin
cherishes even a
table cloth.
Father in law and the pen, constant, in-separable companion,
till the leaking culprit, caused all his shirts to stain.
Selecting gifts for loved ones , never a chore
yet picking for dad’s and dad-in-laws, arduous mission to
the core.
Shirts, pens and sweaters their cabinets can hold no more.
Any novelty or experiment, acknowledged, accepted with grace
“You didn’t have to get me anything J” those words hang in space.
Blink and the gifts goes to secret dark recesses, to points
of no return.
The news of a promotion, an award daughter got,
son’s success at race, life in a good spot,
Glee and pleasure they exude unmatched,
Yet this time I’m taking a massager and a branded watch.
