she wakes up late to face the world
on this nifty day, her clock is ticking
her bare feet flew merrily as she whirled
it’s going to be a great day, she sings with zing
in spite of all that beauty may disown
takes a shower, has a cherry for breakfast
someone rings, her voice skips on the phone
and pauses like a pencil, puts it down calmest
decides what dress, hat and shoes to wear
everything in her own pace and sequence
sits down and inserts a pin in her hair
and waits for some sort of suspense
outside she hears a knock on the door
the postman delivers letters and a white parcel
what can it be and who sends it, she’s unsure
and on this special day, too, she’s as baffle
a 24 carat gold chain from him
he remembered, she thought
large tears in her eyes brimmed
they shouldn’t have fought
For: Zing!
Other “zing!” posts:
https://poemsbysally.wordpress.com/2016/09/12/the-exclamation-point/
https://designersophisticate.wordpress.com/2016/09/12/give-your-recipe-a-kick/
https://writemebad.wordpress.com/2016/09/12/can-you-feel-it/
https://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2016/09/12/not-really-zing-but-ta-da/
https://orangehairedalienorabrowning.wordpress.com/2016/09/12/putting-the-zing-back-into-my-life/
