My Favorite Gift

I give everyday-elegance type wine glasses as wedding gifts—

sturdy, yet refined—the kind that rarely break,

always seem slightly too fancy for daily use, but so fun,

not using them feels like an unthoughtful deprivation and a miserly waste.

I like being happily remembered through the emotional glow

of warm wine feelings and remembered

in heart as a generous provider of the friendly

holder of the essential delicate fruits of play.

I almost hear a whisper of thanks as the glass is selected.

Is that a grateful kiss on the cheek with the first sip?

A walk around the room and a deep sigh is to me, the joy

as if I were your company, with your appreciated,

gentle shoulder squeeze after the first blessed glass is finished.

We haven’t spoken in fifteen years.

Like the glasses, I am your durable and unassuming friend.

My gift, as a once generous wedding guest,

may be one of the only things that still truly shines

as if new—much like our untarnished bond—

asking only that you relax into daily contentment and enjoy your wine.