A box so beautifully wrapped under the tree
No tag attached, is it for me?
Shake the box to hear what’s inside. Not a sound to be heard it’s hard to decide.
Peel back the paper piece by piece, or tug on the ribbon and let it release?
I like surprises but not this much. I’m way too excited and tempted to touch.
Should l sit on my hands and wait my turn? To know what’s inside, oh how l yearn.
A practical gift? Or is it for pleasure? No matter the intent it must be a treasure.
Who brought it here l didn’t see. Still, l know it’s here for me.
It whispers my name when I’m out of sight. Its manifestation taking flight.
It’s so hard to be patient, though I know l must be so.
When it’s time, what’s inside, l will know.
Kaleah Callaway 