I wanted to share this poem with my friends at Authors' den, as a Gift of Hope.

The Gift

The day after Christmas,

I was thinking,
“Tomorrow is Saint Stefan,
The anniversary of
My late Father’s name day”

“This year was not my year!
Income slashed,
Health problems,
Bills mounting”

“No money left for
Frivolous Christmas gifts”

“Even so,
A trip to the mall will not hurt
Even though is late, midday,
Too late for bargains hunting"

Then, I just saw it!
On the empty glass shelves
One single purse left,
The very purse that I long coveted,
Black, shining, elegant, unique
Deeply discounted, 30% + 40% off
Waiting for me…

“Coincidence ? No way!
It is my gift from my beloved Father
No doubt in my mind!”

REA-Silvia Costin, P.E. . 2015