Sometimes, time runs, like the wind blows away and, before you know it, today! is a different today. It’s the end of the month again! You were just saying yesterday, that it’s getting late.
Yeah! It’s the wee hours of the morning, I look at the calendar and, I now remember, another year has gone by, and today is our special day. Wow! How could I have come this far without you? How did time pass so fast? And what’s this box marked ‘forgotten’?
A smile, as I think squash, and shrimp and candles and Watson’s. Let me know when you finish in the bathroom, I want to take a shower. My, what a big tree that is. Please, be careful not to trip over the box marked ‘forgotten’.
Quickly! I shall make haste and draw the most beautiful sky ever as this day shall be one to remember. Over here would be a good spot for this box marked ‘forgotten’. My heart flutters as some unspoken word and, my hands won’t stop shaking as I now ponder what this could be?
A slight push at the door, the beauty of your sleep, the angels gather around you again for their next hymn. But Cupid is not singing, in fact! He’s sitting on the box marked forgotten. Still Pondering as I lie down beside you in a dream, Fog pushes to alert me again that the Sun is at the door.
Standing before me like a father, the morning takes flight, we tumble into the sand, and there lay the contents of the box marked ‘forgotten’. There was this huge coach and a small window. There were two old cell phones and bunches of Sunflowers. Wow! How could anyone forget the little red car?
And just when I thought I had seen it all, the wind handed me this note as if it was just pinned from above. It read, forget not the gift of love that I have given unto you; as this note applies to two, this weekend I’ve made special, just for you.
The blood of life will confirm your way, a new box I will give, for that you’ve prayed. Overwhelmed by joy you shall be, what’s understood most, is you both are a gift from me.
Tonight, as we walked down the aisle once more, your tears of joy (and the Louis Vuitton receipt in your wallet) remind us once more; that most things for the heart, are not meant for boxes.
Welcome to our weekend.
By: Alton Ramsey
