The Gift
Glazed windshields
Stare back at me
As I look out
Across the way
Where vehicles
Are lined row by row
In hopes of enticing
"The buyer".
Yes, these vehicles
Have fallen prey
To freezing rain
That dresses them
Like icing
On a cake.
From where I sit
The warmth
Is a blessing
That I enjoy
As I wait
For the arrival
Of family
Who will soon bring
The gift of new life
Into this home.
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© Viola Doncaster
February 26, 2001.
Written in Halifax
After the birth of
Hailey Annmarie.