The gift

The gift

                                  By Harrison Kolander


“Picture,” my mom said as me and my sister where about to open the

                                         Mysterious gift.

                                Anger burned inside me






  Waiting for the picture I looked at the gift it looked back, mocking me.

          I started to wonder what was inside the mysterious gift.

It could be a lego set,

It could be a hoop and net,

It could be a baseball bat,

It could be a brand new hat,

It could be a toy ship,

It could be a coat with a zip,

It could be a smelly shoe,

It could be a loud kazoo,

After the picture I rip open the gift and I couldn’t believe my eyes. 


Author’s note: the poem is about on Christmas when I was like 6 our grandparents sent me and my sister a Christmas gift. I remember how eager   I was to open it. I think it turned out to be a board game but the memory was better than what was inside.



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