A Gift

This morning I realised that the most valuable gifts that I had received last year were not material things.

A gift, a token or an offering,
Given to a person free of charge,
In return the giver expects nothing,
It may be small or large.

Do not be so taken by pretty things,
Like shallow girls with expensive diamond rings,
Where the measure of a good gift is by it's price,
An excuse for materialism and consumerism to invade like lice.

It may not only be physical,
Many times, it's cost not gradable,
Without an expiry, almost immortal,
Like the gift of life which is most noble.

It could be guidance to the lost,
A stepping stone or direction we can endorse,
Emotional support for the weak,
A place of solitude and peace for those who seek.

There really is nothing wrong with presents,
But look beyond the ribbons and gift wrappers,
The best gift could instead be someone's presence,
Their time and effort as to keys to Mini Coopers.

A voice, a gift of language of which we speak,
A talent that is nurtured to it's peak,
An experience, or a memory,
Embedded in our souls for all eternity.

A gift is truly precious,
Different in it's own individual way,
Should not be compared to the previous,
But given gratitude for it each and every day.

- SY

08:25H 3rd January 2015
61 Wong Clan

SY is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaids.
She doesn't believe in things that fade and fulfills the promises that she made.
She seeks the hearts of the troubled, to be a listener in times when things are doubled.
She's the kind who stands in the gap, who will only call it quits when it's a wrap.