It simply sat on the chair’s back
Snickered it did, for it had a knack
It sat stolidly starring at us
Looking as if, “What’s all the fuss?”
I looked at you & you at me
We wondered how it ever got free
But I stared, knowing my fault
My words walked, and this the result
I opened the door and my heart revealed
And out it jumped, no longer concealed
Now, out of the womb and into the room
There it stood full in bloom
I had a plan, and told you so
You looked at me, as if to say, no
I made a start, sure it would work
But, my plan it saw, and moved with a jerk
I tried again but it only grew
Now much too large for me to pursue
I looked at the box and the love on the chair
I looked at you and could only stare.
I smiled and winked and threw the box away
And so, we decided, it could stay.