Chapter (27) THE GIFT

KIDS ARE OFTEN MORE IN TUNE WITH THE WORLD THAN SOME ADULTS.

THE GIFT.

I had a birthday party

And my friends all brought me things.

Some were great and some were odd

Like the doll with bells, who sings.

 

But one was very special,

It was heavy and sort of round.

My mate said that he found it

Just lying on the ground.

 

“It’s a stone.” Mum said as I unwrapped it

“It’s a stone from in the yard.”

“Well yes” I said but it won’t break,

“Because stones are really hard.”

 

“It’s a stone.” She said, repeating

What was obvious to see.

But it was from my bestest friend

This gift was special to me.

 

“It’s a stone.” My mum said over

Not quite believing what she saw.

But I was very happy

I’d not owned a stone before.

 

“I got it for ya special.”

Said my mate’s voice, filled with glee.

“IT’S A STONE.” My mum then shouted,

“Yes Mum. But I love it. He got it just for me?”

 

You see my best mates name is Charlie,

He’s the Down’s kid in our school.

He can’t play sports or catch real good

But I thinks he’s really cool.

 

His face is kinda different

From others in our class,

But that does not give anyone

The right, to make him feel like an a*s.

 

I know it wasn’t easy

For him to wrap a stone up like a toy,

But to me it means a whole lot more,

It’s a gift that's filled with joy.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Gee]

Love this, brought a lump to my grizzled old throat

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you for reading. Hope your throat is feeling better.

[Beccy]

You looked way beyond 'the stone' in this delightful and quite insightful poem. Would that the whole of humanity was so understanding.

I really, really like this.

Beccy.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you Beccy. I overheard some kids in a playground and it fired me up to write something.

[LastMonth]

I feel like this should be read to children in elementry schools when first tackling that subject.
It's a beautiful poem with such an invigorating feel to it. The messege behind it is gorgeous and pure and it really is a hatch into the innocent mind of a child.

Yes, children can be cruel without even understanding it.
But Children can also be good, and pure without understanding it.

Or perhaps their understanding is superior, and we have just lost their keen point of view with the years, which has turned us cynical.

Thank you kindly for a wonderful poem, it has brightend me day.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate your kind words. Sometimes I get an idea and just go with it. This poem was inspired by something I read on youtube.

[anonymous4864]

Aww that's a really sweet poem. I love the message

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you. I was hoping someone would get it. It seems not too many of us write stuff that has a meaning relevant to a wider world.