The Best Gift
by Amanda Weber
2/9/2000
Coming straight from the heart
A five year olds' only thought
Of a present that could not be bought
The biggest box around
The best that could be found
Wrapped in the shiniest paper
Tinsel and bows, the best, found who knows where
Her gleaming smile caressed by locks of golden hair
Leaping in bounds towards her father
Lifting his daughter up was not a bother
'Look oh look daddy, what I have for you!'
He looked into flashing eyes of blue.
Tugging and pulling using her might as best
Not stopping for a single rest
The present, gleaming in the rays of the sun
Father asked, 'What has my daughter done?'
'Open it daddy,' pushing him towards there
Taking the box in his hands with care
Gentle while opening this fine piece of work
Wondering inside what would lurk
The final layer gone, nothing to spare
Opening the present finding nothing there-
A daughter smiling so proud
A father's anger heard so loud
'Paper, tinsel, and bows wasted, -on an empty box?!'
Tears on her cheeks pasted
A little whimper unheard
A father completely out of touch
Not able to understand much
A loud sob so true blue
'Daddy I wrapped my best kisses for you.'
Now a father completely taken aback
At the understanding he did lack
Scooping his little waif into a hug
He gave her all her kisses back.
Hands
by Amanda Weber
3/28/2000
These Bold hands
Offer so much for what they stand
Delicate, not heard of
Rough and worn, close but not yet.
Creases of each joy, pain
prize and somethig to gain.
Repaired the roughest imagined
Silken Caresses given to the
most needed-
"Put your hand in mine,
Reach for me anytime"
Never think to disagree
They pull you up with ease.
Never too late, to put your hand in mine.
Each crease tells a story
Every scratch brings a grin
These hands not only compose beauty and life
YET....
These hands can be harmful, weapons of nature.
"Put your hand in mine,
Reach for me anytime"
For our hands are strong
Loyal to you and I
A heritage pasted on for years to come
no matter where the hardship is from
These bold and aged hands...
NOW MAKE A STAND!
You Know Who
by Amanda Weber
4/1/2000
This little person I know
flys by through the night.
Hard to catch a glimpse,
Few and far between
Am I lucky enough to catch a peek?
Through my days, this
individual is around. Constantly.
Constantly like a bad habit, never
able to get rid of
But never does he judge while
I live my life on the run.
Somedays I sit and count his laps,
Wondering if he'll ever tire out and stop going.
Hopefully for now he'll never tire
nor fall weary.
How I would miss that little man, keeping
me on my destination plan.
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Latest changes were made on 4/09/00
Copyright © 2000 owned by Amanda Weber
