His Present

The things I held onto

until the last moment

of parting,

could not b taken .

Accepting this,

they left me

without  a trace

of regret,

bound for new  hands to

use in  different  homes.

no  imagined pang

of pain

touched me

as i felt them lifted

from my hands.

His smile

of thank you

still warms me.

Ah giving,

even with hesitation,

is its own

present.