Today a package of chocolates arrived
Twelve truffles extravagantly wrapped
in a gold foil box with an ice pack to keep the contents from melting in the early May sunshine.
Before anyone could taste their sweetness
My children, seeing the box
assumed it was a treasure sent from
a grandparent, uncle, friend
They tore it open
marveled at the hand-painted chocolates
And each laid claim.
I wanted to gather them up
children and chocolates
and make them last
from the terrible realization
that they are not the centers of the universe
that not every box
that arrives in the post
will be for them to open.