On Tuesday, Kim hosted dVerse and asked us to write a poem about our box as inspired by the poem "My Box" by Gillian Clarke. It took me four days to get here and I'm too late to link up but that's okay. Here I am.
Too many years ago to remember when
I spotted, at the back of a store, my name
I got closer and saw it was set above a beautiful
yellow sunflower on a green background
with a distressed gold (looks like wood) frame
It was a box of metal and I had to have it
it was meant to be mine
"Dale's Country Harvest"
(what were the chances of such a find?)
At first, I kept it empty, displayed, not wanting to ruin it
But one must use what one loves, so I filled it
First with baked goodies to share with my loves
Now, sweet memories of the three generations of
my special men: father, husband, son
have been gently placed inside for safekeeping
(so my heart doesn't burst)
But there is still room for more because life keeps on
and new memories, goodies and stuff will find their way in
My box is right there on the shelf, in my main room
I do not hide it for I don't want to forget it and
all the beautiful things it has contained over the years
Not just for me. What is inside is shared with all
who have their part in creating its magical contents
It is showing signs of time and much love
The colours are less bright and worn off in bits
My personalized, sunflower-adorned box
filled with goodies and people and places and memories
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