I always thought myself,
‘don’t hedge your muffins.’
But I never said the words,
rather a simple thank you.
Full expression,
never said.
Warm, or not. Perfect, or not.
a simple gift, to be enjoyed regardless.
Often appreciated,
early in the morning, outside.
Before the world awakes,
while the birds serenade.
And the wind chime
reverberating in the background,
gently welcomes the day.
As the sun comes to,
and darkness fades.
Fresh berries, or not this time,
last season’s summer crop.
Overcooked, undercooked,
never wrong, but rather different,
unique each time.
So it is with all our gifts,
though often unnoticed to ourselves.
We aim for the perfect muffin,
while missing the full value of our gifts.
The gifts we give,
but mostly, ourselves.