This holiday week Jeanette would like to take center stage for the last week of 2011.
By Jeanette Cheezum
You walk in quietly and unassuming,
two packages are nearby. It’s obvious
they’re free for the taking. After strolling
past them you have the desire to open one,
hold it close, sniff the aroma, taste the treasure.
You stop by the first one . . . a pristine beauty.
Shiny and smooth, delicate like silk.
You reach down, hands trembling when you touch,
the anticipation of what next . . . mounting.
You pull the ribbon and let the cover drop
where it may. Behold the vessel that awaits you.
Hold it near, then plunge inside, horror quakes you;
leaves you empty and sad. Disappointment strangles you.
Beauty, deception and emptiness were all you found.
You walk away humble and expressionless, knowing
your choice was wasteful. You think for hours and
once again return . . . hoping to rectify the mistake.
The second package sits alone. Tattered and bruised,
pale and dull, almost lifeless. Should you try again and
quiet your curiosity? You lift the container, one corner
torn away. Feel how fragile–maybe broken, but this one
will be there for you, whatever the results. You gently
lay the ribbon aside, and peel off the brittle layer;
ever so careful not to destroy it further.
The inner beauty softens you, clutches at your heart,
radiates throughout your psyche and won’t let you go.
Smiles lend to warmth and now translucent contents
make you whole. This is the girl for you forever more.