There came a tiny birthday gift that grew in meaning.
A miniature bottle on a chain, with little bits of
turquoise sea glass in a teaspoon of sand.
At first I thought how strange a gift my son had given,
And still because of whence it came, it was so
Special.
In the middle of a busy day I stopped
To visit the tiny bottle once again,
and through its transparency, I saw
something else, indefinable
and the bottle was even more mysteriously
Special.
And then I realized
my son knows how I love the beach,
the sand, the surf, and
all its pleasures.
He had just moved to a far off place
of wondrous seaside treasures.
And the tiny bottle became even more
Special.
Because he wished to share his life in this small way
to entice me to those far off shores,
and tell me of his love in something more than words.
And so this tiny gift glows with meaning
And every time I look,
it grows infinitely precious and ever more
Special.
So beautiful
So sentimental
Such a sweet son to a wonderful MOM
Mine sends me the biggest pieces of HIS ARTWORK
I am the one sending trinkets from the sea too HIM 🙂
We truly are blessed
xo
EUNICE
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Sea glass and a son’s gift: how special!
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I am glad that we can look beyond words and the physical gifts to see the shining heart-filled intent beyond. Great poem and lovely necklace!
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Simply beautiful, both the lovely gift and the meaningful sentiments you wrote. ♥
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Thanks Eunice! Bet your son’s artwork is special. 🙂
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:):):)
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I like the way you put that Kathy – the “link beyond words.” Thanks! 🙂
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Thank you mama!
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What a beautiful way to stay in touch and remember!
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For sure! I’m a bit slow in understanding, but I finally “got it.”
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I will tell our story and introduce him and his art soon 🙂
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Looking forward to it!
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🙂
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Such a lovely poem and thoughtful son.
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Thoughtfully given and received.
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What a sweet gift and a lovely poem. You raised a sensitive and thoughtful young man. What more could a mother want? Well done!
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Should I admit that he’s not perfect? 🙂
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Is this a true poem? I think so, after reading the comments. 🙂 So lovely! What a sweetie your little shoplifter turned out to be. 😉
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Melissa, you are such a dear person, and how extraordinary that you remember the little shoplifter story! And because this is so, I am getting all teary eyed. Yes, the poem is true and he did turn out to be a sweetie I don’t think he shoplifted it either! 🙂
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