Gift-speak
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.
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