Grace me your presence 
I'll show gratitude 
With woven keepsakes 
Letters penned with
Nervous fingers
Eyes squinting through
Brave smiles 
Tinged with tears
Their worth on earth
Insignificant 
Compared to the hours
Spent deliberating
From conception 
To delivery
So many gifts
Not borne
Out of propriety
Cakes pretending to be
Bouquets of flowers
Dates quiet candle lit
Bars of mirrors
Flowing golden liquid
In glass walled shrines
Escaping the haste 
To a yellow cottage 
On the coast
With nothing but
A bottle, a book
And ourselves
Dreams that teach me
Who I am
To be