The Last Gift

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,

wilted flowers,

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.

Anisha Das.

In response to weekly challenge by Helene Vaillant -Willow Poetry

https://helenevaillant.com/2019/05/28/what-do-you-see-may-28-2019/