The day of birth
Every year
Celebrated
With gifts,
Brilliantly wrapped
With paper like gold,
Topped with red ribbons.
Perfect.
Shredded
As the gift is opened.
Like a cat,
The child claws at the gift
Once so perfectly wrapped.
No longer.
A smile
Spreading across the child’s face,
Like flames
Licking up the wood of a fire
As the gift
Is unwrapped.
All eyes
Focus on the duo;
The child and the gift.
Bliss is evident
On the child’s face.
It was worth it:
The gift,
The wrapping paper.
Perfect,
Shredded,
But worth the smile.
