The large diamond sparkled on her finger.
Expensive chocolates hid in the freezer.
A dozen roses wilted in the crystal vase.
She wandered back to her bedroom,
stretched and reached
the shoe box on her closet shelf,
opened it and pushed aside the tissue paper.
She admired the ceramic work—a gray-haired couple.
He had said it may be them in fifty years.
She turned the key and listened to the tune,
In the Good ‘Ol Summertime.She had said yes to the one,
but wished for the other.