My GiftA Poem by Amanda Reynolds
My Gift
She lay her purple arms Around my neck And walked away The water crept up to my knees As I stood in the moonlight With my new gift A fly showed up, to claim what was his (I'd forgotten about the flies) I thought the arms were mine I know the insects have their rights But I overrode them (Purple Arm, Purple Arm) I wish I could have kept them But I couldn't- So, I gave them to the sea
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Added on November 12, 2019 Last Updated on November 12, 2019 Tags: "My Gift", My Gift poem, My gift poem by Amanda Reynolds AuthorAmanda ReynoldsNew York, NYAbout52 year old Middle School English Teacher (19 years in the beloved Bronx, N.Y.) who loves the arts (in all of it's forms) more..Writing
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