Categories: Time
It’s early morning
I have a gift to unwrap
What will I find within?
This gift is especially for me
Even before I see the contents
I am curious and excited.
This is no ordinary gift
It’s not Christmas or my birthday
It’s a gift from my father
My father who loves me
Knows me so well
Gives me so much.
The wrapping removed
I discover my gift
Hundreds of minutes
Too many to count
For me to have and enjoy.
I turn to my father
“Thank you, Thank you,” I say.
With eager expectation
I jump up to use my gift
Enjoy my day.
