What I wanted most

It was on my twelfth birthday it came.
In a black box with a red lid
properly packed by wrapping paper,
little knot within a ribbon
band of silk, box of leather.

It opened nice and smooth.
Creakless 
Crackless 
Clear and sparkly sphere
in my sight.
My hand went forward 
surreal like,
because this is what I wanted,
what I needed.....

No puzzle piece or castle flaunt
nothing normal boys would want.
Simply this
glossy
cricket ball.
My very own cricket ball.