Gift! Gift! Gift !
It’s my last gift from my late uncle .
I Opened the gift wrapper
and found some sweet memories.
Old letters wrapped in an envelope
perfumed with a sweet scent,
a picture of mine with him
painted in a coloured canvas.
Memories snapped on my mind.
Tears sparkled in my eyes with a sweet rapture.
In response to weekly challenge by Helene Vaillant -Willow Poetry