Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Gifts

I give you what
you tell me to give.
You give me what
you want me to have.

Orders placed.
Burdens shouldered.
Gifts exchanged.

20 comments:

Mary said...

Ouch!

Brian Miller said...

what you want me to have...dang...not cool...

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Sounds like there should be a red line painted on the middle of the bridge.

Sylvia K said...

Oh, ouch indeed!!!

Heaven said...

I like this MZ~

Stacey said...

That first stanza like a punch right in the diaphragm. Great stuff.

rallentanda said...

I used to get a cheque from a certain member of my family every birthday and Christmas. I used to think it was so impersonal and uncaring ...until I got the thoughtful gifts. I should never have said anything.

Margaret said...

...and on to the next year and next Christmas where very little will probably change. This is seriously heavy.

Fred Rutherford said...

great write on the whole gifting process. Love it MZ. Thanks

my heart's love songs said...

this reminds me of my mother! {shudder} great write, MZ!

wishing you a new year full of happy surprises, love, laughter, hugs and smiles!

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Ooo.
Ouch.
And *my* mother, too.......

Egads, but that is beautifully carved with the wrapping paper scissors......

:)

Shawna said...

Very clever. I love the double meaning in your closing line.

Shawna said...

Very clever. I love the double meaning in your closing line.

unfetteredbs.com said...

to the point and well done.

Fireblossom said...

This is as stark and sharp as a knife blade.

(a knife blade wrapped carefully in tissue paper.)

Claudia said...

ugh...it often is just like that...sad...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ouch! Someone send that girl a dozen long stemmed roses immediately!

Bodhirose said...

Not much joy in that...

Lolamouse said...

This describes so many relationships. And, yes, ouch.

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

it shouldn't be so, MZ, but i'm afraid it's far more common than we know.
good stuff