(A Vain Attempt at Writing an Acrostic Poem About a Gift)
THE GIFT I LOVED
©October 6th, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
Today, you picked a tiny flower.
Humming like a bee,
Expectant, sweet and smiling, you stood and looked at me
Gladness came to me that hour.
Indifference: Not released.
First, disappointment came, and then,
The pleasure never ceased.
Intoxicating was the scent.
Lovely was your sweet intent, and
Out of giving came this joy, non-
Verbal, yet without a ploy, and
Expecting nothing back from me.
Delight, from seed, became a tree.
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(Okay, I SUCK at acrostic poetry!)