Put a bow on it. It’s me
I’ve wrapped carefully
between snowman and
sly penguins. A tinkered
trinket passed from father
to father lost, forgotten,
than resurfaced. I’m
not going to make it to
next Christmas. I’ll leave
it under the tree next
to your Mustang with a tag
must stay. Don’t lose it, I
put a bow on it.
Saint's Muse 