held together by an absurd jelly
that looked to be secreted from an alien.
Colours splashing from every corner I touched
as if I sat in the wig of the circus clown
that came for Lily's birthday
perhaps nothing stranger has ever been made.
The hands who crafted such a gift
stared at me with deep blue irises
waiting with anticipation
for a joyful reaction.
At most instances
I would have stared in disgust
with nothing more than a nod
and a clunk as it flew in the garbage
a smile grew thusly
on my visage.
For the every words that spoke "I love you Mommy"
Rested in my hands.
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