LOST TRESURE

I was doing my annual spring cleaning today and I came across this little poem that I wrote about 10 or 11 yrs ago.  I wrote this poem because Mark asked me to give him my "wish list" to Santa for Christmas.   Remaining at the bottom of Mark’s socks drawer all this years I can’t believe he has kept it in that odd place ( I wonder what is the significance?).   Reading the poem again inevitably brought me to tears.  I was reminded of the anguish I feel every year around the holidays, they made me realize how far away I am from the people I love and have left behind in my beloved country.   And yet ...sadly I don't believe such a feeling will ever ease after all these years.

   

That year I got every single thing I asked for:

1. A battery charger

2. Two little sparkling lights

3. A conscience (well,...that was a little bit hard to get)

4. A mirror

5. A compass

6. A new set of senses ( Those where also in high demand that year) so no luck chuck!

I have kept all these gifts in a little heart shape box in my closet and every Christmas I open it and I feel the immense love for which I renounced it all!

 

© 2007- Paty Ochoa

Comments

[Publicado por: Paty C]

Verdad que si??? Nosotras las chicas somos muy dadas al guardar tiliche y medio. Lo que me sorprendio mucho es el saber que Mark tambien tiene sus guardaditos. Ja ja ja : )

[Publicado por: Patricia]

uyy esas cosas que guardamos y luego salen de nuevo, a mi me pasa igual con cosas que he escrito y qaue caundo las reencuentro me hacen llorar.

salu2