Finders Givers

October 18th, 2010


They gather things. Together, separately.

Bits. Pieces. All very important.
Often a precious rock (broken asphalt), or a note (on scrap paper).
Sometimes a rainbow (piece of string), or a piece of gold (yellow button).
Now and then, a valuable coin (found in a dusty corner)

But always love. Right there on my bedside table.
My little hunters and gatherers going throughout the day,
Leaving me gifts to discover later.
They rest these treasures where they will be safe.
I will take care of them, in my heart.

They are small, the givers and their things.
After all, string can fit in your pocket; a note will fold in your palm.
But truly these gifts cannot fit on my bedside table.
They fill the room, fill my life,
and spill into others.
So here, have a button.

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  1. Esther says:

    How true and how precious. Thanks for this as it brings back many memories of the special gifts I have received over the years from children I have known.
    Children give from their hearts unconditionally and touch ours with their innocence.
    I have fond memories of babysitting as a teenager and the little boy who loved playing outside near the brook. One day he brought me a special gift. Something he loved dearly. Looking up at me with wide eyes and the biggest smile he handed me the slimiest frog I had ever seen. I felt very honored to be considered worthy of the gift. Children know instinctively when you love them as the individuals they are.
    They are great teachers of the simplicity of love.

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