Dandelion
A pre-emptive poem about presents (perhaps presumptious)
I don't need your presents please Or gifts because you feel you ought As I want nothing but your company... and only company you feel comfortable to give If you don't want to come, please do not come for time is precious, spend yours right maybe you want to, but can't, so send me words, or something made, and feel our friendship grow. But if you know I really need your thing can it be because its just so 'me', that not giving it would hurt the universe? If it is made of matter and has mass wrap it in recycled, with old string I don't mind how crumpled or in a bag I can give you back, and back again or wait until you see me and give me the best; which is a hug and your stories over tea*
(*obviously made just how I like it!)