The Hat

As she handed me the bag with a smile
We discussed how we hadn’t done things for a while
How we were both busy and time had flown by
When I closed my door I let out a sigh
It wasn’t that I’d chosen to loose my best friend
But change had caused problems that I couldn’t mend

I opened the bag, and found only a hat
One only ridiculously goofy at that
But then I opened the card, one homemade
And I read the words that my best friend said
The story behind the ridiculous hat
Brought a smile and tears to my face as I sat
It spoke of our friendship, how we’d had a blast
And even through changes, something would last
The hat was a symbol of what we had been
And now when I see it, I can’t help but grin

Source: the assignment was to write about a gift we had received, for my creative writing class