Perfect
By Isobel R
[not published yet]
On a warm Christmas day
I opened a pale
Silver box
I unwrap the
delicate wrap
I see a necklace.
But wait
This is not a necklace
this is a sign
A sign that my
Parents love me
Now I will
Think of them
Everyday
Even when they no longer live on this ground
I will remember them. It is perfect.