JiePie, At the shopping center. on a bench I sit in silence A dark smudge on an otherwise brightly colored canvas. Families bustle by, Loudly arguing: Stress over locating the “perfect” gift. But little do they know That perfection Is the time spent with their loved ones. My perfect gift is non-existent: There is nothing that I want more than to have you, my JiePie, back. Your Ritje