She offers me <br />the gift <br /> <br />inexpertly & awkwardly <br />wrapped. <br /> <br />Christmas paper in July. <br /> <br />Water drips from <br />its centre. <br /> <br />I open it up <br />& am greeted by <br /> <br />a stone <br />a bunch of grass <br />(with roots still attached) <br />& two(& a half) twigs <br />a half crazy bug who <br />just happened to be <br />caught up in it. <br /> <br />'It's a present <br />of here! ' <br /> <br />I thanked her <br />& she trundled off <br /> <br />telling her dolly <br />called 'Dolly' <br /> <br />'See...I know him! <br /> <br />'Told you he'd like it! '<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-present-moment-for-lyn/
