Woven, interlaced colors of rose and lime green clusters
embedded on yellow gold, given, crushed by
you in changing piety.
A keepsake
Moleskine journal entering hopes, dreams and
wishes. No that’s not you, a fine Moleskine note pad
then, recording all neatly arranged sequences,
bounding back to giver.
A keepsake
Early tales of sorority holiday vacancies
for all, where sisters delight mentoring male
guests with their many launder inklings.
A fine wool sweater for you, sardonically shrinks
to the size of Ken’s fitting.
A keepsake
Laying out lottery tickets offered while
acknowledging the steady and secure flow
tucked away. Just a novelty, and
A keepsake
Painstaking selection of several small,
but individually chosen sanrio surprises.
Sad faced at the lack of Nintendo.
A keepsake
Me in reception of camping gear from
that special lover, with an anticipated glimpse until
the mention of an uncle with the very same.
With reservation,
Still a keepsake