Have you ever considered giving poems as gifts? If you are not a poet, and have no desire to begin as one, a book of poems is a lovely tribute not only to the recipient, but to the poet! If you are a poet yourself, you perhaps need no convincing ...
When I left Alaska in 1995, driving more slowly the further south I got, and starting to cry when approaching the Yukon border (I once thought I'd live in Alaska forever), I left behind a poem to my dear friend, titled "Goodbye Shelly." She later told me she always hoped someone would write a poem for her. When the poem was published in Seattle's "Bellowing Ark," I sent her a copy.
When my dad celebrated his 90th birthday, I wrote a poem for him. This was a particularly interesting challenge, as Dad came from the old school that taught heavy end-rhymes as essential to poetry. I wrote for him a poem in couplets with line ends rhyming so hard you would think 100-pound barbells were hitting the floor. He loved it, and said "I knew you could do it!" Dad died last Valentine's Day at age 91; he had told me on his 90th, when receiving my poem, "I will treasure this forever."
Now it is my mother's turn. She will be 90 on October 11, and I have written a poem for her that is very different from Dad's -- no heavy end rhymes, only internal and half-rhymes.
What is your experience with poetry as gifts? I'd love to hear ...
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