A BOX OF JUNK
| This was to be her special day But tears brimmed in her eyes Disappointment clasped her tender face The kind you can't disguise It was their thirtieth anniversary These things mean so much to girls He had joked that he'd present her With some imitation pearls The pearls were not important They had such wedded bliss But a thirtieth anniversary Should have started with a kiss The subject wasn't mentioned In their usual 'breakfast' talk He had pecked her cheek so casually Then gone out "for a walk" Conversation had been stilted Her anniversary dreams were dead He'd forgotten what she'd asked for Just a cup of tea in bed He had always been so thoughtful So, how could he forget? Still, the day was only early Perhaps he'd remember yet He was such a loving husband She should not be asking more Then her thoughts were interrupted By a loud knock on the door But much to her amazement There was not a soul in sight Just a red rose and a tiny box Bound with ribbon blue and bright With trembling hands she opened it But then her spirits sunk For all that tiny box contained Was just some worthless junk It held a sea shell and a pencil A feather, comb and string There was not one thing of value Not a solitary thing There was a bangle and a safety pin But with a closer look She found hidden under blades of grass His cherished old prayer book And nestled 'neath the prayer book Was a carefully wrapped C.D. Its label simply stated "My Darling, Please Play Me" And as she played that C.D. With every word she heard Her husband bared his soul to her She cherished every word "I have a string of genuine pearls And for weeks I've been a wreck As I wait with such excitement To place them 'round your neck." "That jeweller sure confused me I wasn't sure what I should do Though he said pearls are traditional Diamonds are accepted too." "This day is very special And I want your heart to sing So I have a string of pearls for you And a sparkling diamond ring." "The contents of this tiny box Don't look too dignified But I chose each one so carefully For the thing they signified." "The blue ribbon states for love and care You take the champion's prize But the colour looks so faded To the blue within your eyes." "The feather shows the softness That you carry in your heart The string is for the tie that binds To prove we'll never part." "The single rose will signify I have no place for gloom From the first time that I kissed you My life has been in bloom." "And that cheap plastic bangle Is a circle that I send It's a line that is unbroken For a love that has no end." "You will notice there's a pencil Well, I've given it to you To write boldly in the book of life Our love is deep and true." "That tiny, battered prayer book Is there to simply state That my prayers have all been answered By a perfect, loving 'mate'." "The plastic comb just signifies A truth I always knew If I combed this whole world over I wouldn't find another you." "That safety pin is so important I've saved it all these years The memory that it carries Can still bring me to tears." "I can see the love upon your face And the tender way you smiled As you carefully pinned the napkin Upon our first born child." "And that small but precious little shell I gathered at the sea It was a memory I would cling to If you ever tired of me." "I've saved it through these thirty years Since that precious night in June When we strolled along a star-lit beach To start our honeymoon." "It now represents the oceans Of love you have inside And the sea of happiness I feel When you are by my side." "Last night while you were sleeping With the cunning of a fox I gathered those few tufts of grass To place within the box." "This grass grew near a park bench And I suppose that you will guess Its that very self-same park bench Where you finally answered 'Yes'." "I hope that you will understand That this box with all its stuff Is my clumsy way of saying Thirty years is not enough." "For my love for you keeps growing And If my wish comes true I'll not just have these thirty years But all my life with you." "Now, please don't keep me waiting You know where I will be I'll be sitting on that park bench That means so much to me." In a picture frame upon the wall Is a happy, smiling bride But her tear stained eyes could only see The husband at her side His voice had trembled with emotion With every word he said The box of 'junk' would be her treasure Through all the years ahead She quickly dressed and combed her hair Then dried her tear-stained face She had an errand most girls dream of; A perfect husband to embrace Pearls and diamonds may be precious But that box towered high above It held value beyond measure It expressed her husband's love. K.D. Abbott © 2007 |
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