My gift
This poem was written by my mother,
Vera Wardner Dougan, to my father,
for their first Christmas together, 1924.
I am repeating it from last year, for it
is so simple, appropriate and tender.
If I could give to you one only gift
To hold forever, in remembrance of me
T’would be the peace that enters in the heart
When love comes there to dwell, all silently.
I’d wrap it in the silver of the moon,
And tie it with the distant purple haze;
I’d seal it with a baby’s little smile,
And send it so, to gladden all your days.
2012 Jacqueline Jackson
This poem was written by my mother,
Vera Wardner Dougan, to my father,
for their first Christmas together, 1924.
I am repeating it from last year, for it
is so simple, appropriate and tender.
If I could give to you one only gift
To hold forever, in remembrance of me
T’would be the peace that enters in the heart
When love comes there to dwell, all silently.
I’d wrap it in the silver of the moon,
And tie it with the distant purple haze;
I’d seal it with a baby’s little smile,
And send it so, to gladden all your days.
2012 Jacqueline Jackson
