The Gift

I look upon the thing, I smile
This act of love so small, so worth while
The tiny gems, they brilliantly shine
Each thread intricately placed, stands in a line
The pinks, the greens, the blues, and the red
Each feels as soft as a goose-feather bed
So many thoughts placed inside it
So many hurts, it seems a first-aid kit
Each word symbolic, can't tell what it means
So worn and so loved, like favorite denim jeans