For Marina, Christmas,2008 Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

Inanimate objects seldom speak to me,
My gift instead is soft warm and cuddly.
My wife likes jewelry, her gold and silver,
Gems that flash with their frozen fire

This year I think that I’ll catch her by surprise,
No receipts, no returns – just happiness in her eyes,
For she’ll get something that is so animated
That just picking it up leaves her agitated.

I know that she’ll love her little hamster,
Even though he’s likely a scamp and a prankster.
Looking High and Low – Below and Above,
I know the gift that she’ll keep – It’s called Love!



Karl Stuart Kline,
December,2008