A Gift

Tissue paper in neat folds ,

ornately tied with perfect bows 

around a golden papered box;

excitement builds,

its promise mocks.

I wonder what’s inside that box,

my fingers twitch on ribboned locks;

I tease the corner, 

ease the tape;

untie the knots,

unleash the cape

that’s binding what is hidden there;

anticipation and a share 

of wonderment, excitement, chance;

to peel back, secretly to glance

and peek within the treasures glove;

then open what’s been wrapped in love.