Rests on my desk
For me to see.
Within it floats
A funky figure
Of a yellow minion
On holiday,
Wearing sunglasses
And a pool ring,
A bow tied in its hair.
It’s a gift to me
From my dear granddaughter
And every time
I look, I smile
Because it makes me think
Of my love for her
And how she’s always in my life
Even when she isn’t here.
©2019 John I. Blair, 4/25/2019
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