Giving. Gifts (13)

The warmth in your smile 

The joy in your eyes

The music of laughter

I thought I was the gift

But it appears

You are the giver

I walked in 

with my hands full

I walked out 

with my heart overflowing

You were ready to listen, 

before I asked

You held me close, 

before I cried

I hope I can,

 one day, 

be the gift that you are.