Generosity

There is something about me that cannot look genuine generosity in the eye

That looks down to it's hands as it keeps tally when the giver has already forgotten the gift they gave me

There is something about me that will already be thinking of what to do for the giver to show my appreciation when the giver only reckoned on seeing my face light up and smile

There is something about me that expects an 'I have come to collect' or the giver to snatch back his gift when we've had a disagreement

And yet

It never comes

To the people who only bargained on my happiness,

who did not keep count,

whose generosity has exceeded my means, 

Thank you