by Madysen Cheek

Created on: June 12, 2008   Last Updated: June 13, 2008

"A gift from God," your mother once said.
Does that mean we're returning the favor?
Elaborate is not the word, no,
it's dreary.
Oak wood with meaningless engravings
and roses sown from the seeds of anguish,
watered with the tears.
They had always been your favorite
and it's heartbreaking to know
they saved the best for last.
This is no presentable gift.
Merely a package taken for granted, unappreciated,
misused.
Together we perpared,
together we accepted but no sooner had denied,
and together with hearts, not words, combined,
we labeled you, "Return."

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