Heaven’s Gifts
Driving home from the Mega-Super storeOn the Interstate pushing seventy-four.Mini-van loaded full of Christmas toys,A day of rush, stress, press and noise. Turning on the radio to find joyful a strain, I blinked and rubbed my eyes to ease their pain.Fiddled with a knob adjusting the the heat,Two kids stuffed with candy, and gifts wrapped so neat. Beside me was…

