Warmth, unchanging

When I stood
Barely reaching your waist
I took from your hands
Little toys wrapped in colourful paper
Desire, fulfilled  
Joy, I thought

When I stood
Barely reaching your shoulders
I took from your hands
A slice of cake
As I stood in the midst of friends and fallen confetti
Acclaim, won
Joy, I thought

When I stood
My eyes in line with yours
I took from your hands
My hands, which you held
Like you always do
And put your hands in mine
Like I will do
Now that my hands are as warm as yours
Warmth, unchanging
Joy, I know


*Author’s notes: Writing in a different style today! 🙂 Posting a poem about gifts and joy for National/Global Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo), based on the Day Eight prompt from NaPoWriMo.net. I also have this up on Commaful, complete with beautiful pictures, so feel free to check the poem out there too 😀 To all those who are participating in the challenge as well, happy writing!

*Photo by Liane Metzler on Unsplash

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