A Present from York
You went to the shops to buy a present,
wrapped up in the best glitter you could find.
Now the time comes you watch them open it
and they pause, in wonder, sensing there is
something else as well inside.
Something else they cannot wear, smell or hear.
Something else they cannot see, taste or even touch.
Rather, it touches them.
Something else called
Love.
Stuart Larner
We’re currently on the lookout for wordsmiths willing to submit poems to be published online and in future issues of Your Local Link! If you’re a poet and you know it, please email ted@yourlocallink.co.uk with your chosen pieces of poetry, and keep your eyes peeled in upcoming issues…
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