The supposition here in this prompt request is what physical gift? I find that a rather shallow and mundane request. I will indulge in a bit of shallow thought before todays poem, because it’s unusual and some may find it amusing. The best gift ever bought me was from my wife it was an angle grinder!
This was back in my wasted younger days, when I thought restoring old cars was important. I became an artist with that angle grinder, even used it to sharpen the synchromesh teeth in my Bond Equipe 2lt gear box, a gear box that still works fine to this day. I mourned the passing of that tool like an old friend.

Of course any right minded persons answer to this prompt should be the gift of life, a gift hopefully given by two people in love, a new life forged by love. I am forever indebted to my parents for this precious gift, as I am indebted to my wife for taking over my care on their passing.

My life, my wife, a wit that cuts like a knife
My friends, no loose ends, the possibility of improving trends
My sight, sunlight the ability to live right
The gift of love, blue sky up above being swift amongst the push and shove
All my tomorrows, not having to borrow, helping others though pain and sorrow
Moments of piece my nephew and niece, being able to say sorrow will cease
These are the gifts that I most treasure, some can cause pain but mostly pleasure.

I was reminded whilst writing of a Cat Steven’s song “Boy With a Moon and Star on His Head.” Not that I think I am special, it’s just that that song concerns the forming of new life through love.

All words Meadhead Bard.