(for Georgann)
I had no idea you could send a package
from your corner of forever.
I assume it was from you
because I can’t think of who else
would send me a noteless box of gifts
with items that are so you:
• a soft violet blanket with the inscription,
This blanket is a hug from me to you,
•a skinny fabric Dammit Doll
to take out frustrations on,
• a squishy sheep, presumably for squeezing,
instead of biting one’s nails, which you did,
• and a little quarter-sized piece
of silver metal that says hug on it.
I searched for a clue as to what
living person might have been so kind
to send such a gift in a month of struggle,
but since no one has come forth,
I have concluded that it had to be you,
wonderful you.
It had to be you.
Güd wrtr 
Oh my, really? Did you receive this wonderful gift with no name? If not, a very successful, very fun poem. It buoyed me up, as your writing often does.
I did receive this mystery gift! Perhaps its sender will be revealed after seeing the poem!
Wow! What fun! I’ll think about sending a mystery gift to someone. I figure you have to know them pretty well. I mean, I have people I love that I’ve met online, but I don’t know enough about them to create a gift that personal. Do you want to know who sent it?
I kinda don’t want to know, Amrita… I like thinking it’s from my late BFF. But you know, perhaps I owe someone a thank you!
Update:
The Mystery Gifter has come forward, and she’s another resident of Washington state, as my late BFF was. Thank you, Terri Wolf, for your stealthy kindness. I am most touched by such quirky gifts from one who so gets me! 💜