Linda Ori

(08/13/1945 / UTAH)

' ANTICIPATION


I hold within my trembling hand
This gift
So rare, so contraband -
I dare not take it lightly, 'though
I smile
To think it came from you;

How should I take the wrapping off
This gift?
With slow and careful hand,
Or quickly rip the wrap to shreds -
Oh, dear!
I simply cannot wait

To peel the layers one by one...........
Oh, my!
The colors please my eye,
And I just simply can't believe
My luck -
You gave this gift to me!

So precious and so wonderful,
My stars!
I am a lucky girl
To think that you would trust me with
This key -
This key that might unlock

The mystery of all you are -
The heart,
The soul you so protect,
You humble, and you honor me
My friend.......................
Can't wait to turn the key!



1/1/2010

Submitted: Friday, January 01, 2010

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