Ordinary napkins
Notebooks
Anything square
(Doesn't even have to be paper)
But something beautiful will return..
Any, all he chooses
Extraordinary sights you'll see
Look on, it soon will come to be.
He hands me something different
Every single time..
Cranes, Angels, Frogs
Phoenix birds, Cicadas and Swans..
Which one is my favorite?
There's no way I could choose just one..
With his creative love
He gives them all to me..
My master of origami
My brilliant boy
My son.
Copyright2004surrealdancingpoet
Re-edited 2012
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Kaleb's Gift Of Origami
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