Poem: Magic

There is a little magic in every moment:

to open up the magic I open up myself

and unwrap whatever might be covering up that package of magic.

today it’s a poem that was wrapped in shiny gold paper and tied with a shiny gold sparkled ribbon.

I tore off the wrapping in excitement.

What a tiny little box to open up.

a little voice that seemed to come from a tiny person in there

said Hello and welcome.