Page 13 - DeSales 1977

My friend
There are times when you expand
and stretch me up and out
and I become a summer day ex­
ploding,
a big brass band,
a bunch of bright balloons,
and summersaulting clowns.
And then, there are those times
when instead of going out
you pull me in
to darkness
to deepness
to silence
to dare to feel my soul.
And so, I’d like to bring you gifts
I not nice expensive things
just
me-things.
Things like:
jars of peanutbutter
and bags of jellybeans,
hugable puppy dogs
and fresh yellow daisies.
Because I like these things best of
anything:
and they are most like me.
But then there are those times the
only gift
I’d bring
is
me-loving-you.
Edward Farrell