Ima Ryma

Re Gift - Poem by Ima Ryma

One Christmas I got a glass bowl
From a friend. It had a design
Of a deep etched flowery scroll,
Which cut a small finger of mine.
So back into the box it went.
Some months later my friend got wed.
That same bowl as a gift I sent
To her. Nothing of it was said.
I crossed the line perhaps, I thought,
And maybe should apologize.
Instead I did diddely squat,
Forgot about it, then surprise!

Oh, I had a giggles attack.
Next Christmas I got that bowl back.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2009

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