LastPresent

~ T M Mulligan

Finally when all

The other presents

Have been opened

A small package

Is found tucked

Behind the lowest

Bough not the

Prettiest or the

Biggest not the

One that screams

Here I am

But the one

Like a seashell

Contains the sounds

Of the ocean

Unwrap me you

Did and upon

Peeking inside you

Found my heart

Beating there slowly

For it is

The last present

There to open