The Gift

My favorite gift is a box
With a fancy ribbon
And a shapely bow
Not too big, nor too small
A cube that has no weight
No sound
No giveaway clues
To the child within
I hold it on the palm of one hand
And wonder
Colors radiate from my mind
And like a puppy
I smell love
I close my eyes
And see light
The sharp rays of a bright sun
The soft glow of a blue moon
The orange hue of dusk
Anticipation of a lifetime lies in my box
Packed with unspoken love
Details remembered
A child's joy
A woman's needs implicit
A fairytale promise kept
A box that was never opened
And never will be.