In Quest of Flawless Treasure

I searched and searched throughout the stores

For just the perfect gift,

One to best express my thoughts --

And give your heart a lift.

A gift to bring abundant joy,

Perhaps a giggle too,

And if I’m really lucky

Good memories for you.

But. . .

Hurried and harried,

Footsore and weary --

Through sunshine and twilight,

Days sunny and dreary

Uptown and downtown,

Suburban and rural --

High roads and low roads,

In three states – that’s plural!

In deep despair and chagrin

“Oh woe is me,” I shouted!

For in the places where I’d shopped

Good gifts had all departed.

When suddenly I was inspired --

An idea came to be.

Perhaps the greatest gift of all

Could be a piece of me!

So. . .

This poem may be quite silly,

Not deep or too complex:

It may not set the world on fire,

Or make best seller lists.

But. . .

One thing’s for certain, I guarantee,

And it’s completely true,

This poem was written with lots of love

Especially for you!

Written especially for Mary Anne

by Barbara J. McAdoo

9/17/1998