My Gift

I see it sitting under the tree,
Waiting just for me
I untie the bright bow,
Rip off the patterned paper
I slowly pull it out,
This is a moment I want to savor
When I see it I gasp with surprise
I can hardly believe my eyes
It is a copy of my favorite book!
I open it up to have a look
And there, right on the front page,
Is the loopy signature of the author
I look to my parents and beam
This gift is my dream!
I run over and hug them tight
Inside I feel happy and light
I say, “This is exactly what I wanted, and that is true.
Also, thanks, and I love you.”