Frame

At the festive hour
we give gifts meant to be use-
ful and beautiful.

Time has other plans.
The shine rubs off, the purpose
eludes the thoughtful

child, the gift becomes
part of the given. At odd
moments, however,

the carefully picked
gift may fulfill its promise.
Where were you when the

soft morning light fell
on that ornate silver frame
and her breathless smile.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.

One thought on “Frame”

  1. Wow-This is a very poignant reflection on and evocation of being as relation. It is deeply moving; it draws together and draws out fine detail and profound truth manifest in it.

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