Gifts to cherish are the gifts of the heart
beauty, both hidden, and the effervescent,
that blooms then fizzles with time.
Treasure the gift of a child, of knowledge, of a God given talent.
The joy of a souls recognition, the prize of a love shared.
Gifts to cherish are the secrets of the heart, a secret shared to a love.
A story entrusted and kept to self, withheld. A breath and then release.
A secret diary of herstory, held for a generation, now whispered.
Next, shout it loud, a tunnelling to the future, an echo.
Gifts to cherish are the gifts of faith in the love
of a heart eased of pain. No longer bloody blood red,
not shattered, but reshaped by the song of a valentine.
A soul reaches, emerges from the diary of gifts,
for-giveness through towers of forgetfulness.
Gifts to cherish are hearts that hold secrets
deep beneath distant landscape they rest.
Shout loudly, resonate, herstory – history colliding
and healed for eternity, intact.