gifts and memory

I enjoyed this poem several reasons,
not the least of which was the date. 
I think that may have been the day 
when Mom and Dad stopped at the soda fountain in Springer
for birthday ice cream sodas with yellow and red syrup
for the whole family. 

As I am thinking about my preparations and celebration of Advent this year, 
I find myself often wondering 
what a real gift to this specific person would be, 
realizing more and more that it is the intangible 
that carries more weight. 


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