Three Years Present Poem by Wamii Flyer

I haven't opened it
The present from three years ago
It sits at the top of my head
Red with black ribbon
I'm ashamed of it
Because I couldn't see
Who put it there?
And why hasn't it opened itself yet?

I have opened it
The present from three years ago
It's sitting in the palm of my hand
Red with black interior
It's ashamed of me
Because it couldn't see
Who put it there
Thinking it could hide itself forever

I have found the gifter
An older fellow from three years ago
He sat by the sea, told me his name was Ted
Red hands, holding bourbon
He wasn't ashamed of me, I was
He couldn't see
Who was he?
And why did he open himself to me?