Presents

I've still got Ellie and Jordan on the brain.

 

 

Presents

A shiny black crow’s feather;
A freckled white stone worn smooth in a creek bed;
A pig snout of half a walnut shell;
A cobalt button in the shape of a heart, three holes for thread;
A silver locket of costume jewelry and its myth of pirate treasure.

Tokens from the yard as precious as gemstones to their finders,
Ghosted with the prints of a pair of honey-headed girls.
Propped along the window sash, silhouettes against the autumn sun;
They are Jane’s soft smile and Lizzy’s peal of laughter.
No one ever told him how priceless such presents could be.