Mommy, give it to me now.
Three special gifts I gave her
Wrapped with tissue, box, and bow
Trappings torn and tattered
Tossed upon the floor as if my hard work didn’t matter
From the box she pulled
Happiness and turned it side to side
Good health received a fleeting glance
Before she found her fulfilled life
Enhanced with family, faith and friends
Her cherub face dissolved in tears of disappointment.
Where is my fame and fortune?
The triple pack of self-centeredness
Selfishness and self-absorption
My heart was torn between two inclinations
To give my baby what she wants or what she really needs
After looking back on thirty years
I turn my face towards today
My daughter with her children
As she tells them what my mother told me
Dear children, these are the gifts that
Bring more than fleeting pleasure