The slow unfolding of thick silken paper,

Razor sharp edges, chemical odours,

The charming metallic numerals,

Dancing in celebration of your wisdom,

A birthday another,


I carefully lay creases in the corners precisely,

With double washed fingers,

Trembling slightly,

A delicate symmetry,


My gift to you sits proudly,

Centred and cushioned,

Amidst bubbles of plastic air,

Swiftly I peel back a thin layer,

Of transparent glue,

Thinking of you,


Then releasing my breath,

I smile with satisfaction,

Admiring my handiwork,

For succeeding without error,

To stick in position,

A token of my love for you.