THE BOX

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    THE BOX

    THE BOX
    There is a charge given to us;
    the living,
    by the dead:
    clean, sort and
    discard.

    Tucked away in a corner of
    the basement were those
    things, sealed with
    faded plastic tape
    and smelling of mildew.
    Each containing something
    of special meaning to the now
    deceased.

    Things like old shoes, hats,
    a broken handle on a pot that was to
    be mended but never quite gotten around to.
    Knickknacks of a life lived
    stored in brown cardboard
    and stacked
    neatly away.

    There, in a box much like the rest,
    written in red crayon, was….
    “Mary, for you, open with care.”
    After a while I opened the lid, just
    a crack so as to peer in.
    Pooled in the light,
    sat a clay flowerpot
    with metal spoon.
    it stared back at me like a
    single sliver tear drop from an empty eye.
    Beside it lay a battered Winnie the Pooh,
    my favorite.

    There lay an equally tattered blanket
    that had been dragged
    perhaps a thousand miles.
    Thimbles, string, so many things;
    that I could never put down
    until the very end.
    Until it was time to stop being a
    child.

    Time to grow up, time to wear a dress,
    and patten leather shoes,
    no more pink ribbons to adorn my hair .
    Time hung like the ageing boxes that
    surrounded me.

    Until a gentile hand touch my shoulder
    and my husband’s voice called
    me back from my childhood days.
    “Close the box Mary and come way.”

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    Teardrops commented on THE BOX

    05-14-2010

    I have a box like this and its holds my late husbands things . I too go where he is when i open that box .A poem of life and what it holds for us all Thanks Marie

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    79VETTE’s Poems (41)

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    Title Comments
    UNOPENED BOOKS 2
    THE EDGE 0
    LOVE 1
    SILENCE OF SNOW 0
    MEMORIES OF A BLUE BUNGALOW 0
    A TENEMENT ON JONES STREET 1
    RED SKY’S IN THE MORNING 3
    BLACK KNIGHT 1
    SAINT ELMO’S FIRE 3
    SUNDAY MORNING GUILT ENOUGH TO GO AROUND 1
    NO MATTER AT $4.95 1
    THE BOX 1
    THE WHEEL TURNS 1
    UP THE BLUE STAIRS 1
    THE KISS 1
    A QUESTION OF SLEEP 1
    EARLY MORNING COFFEE 1
    Crimson Leaf 1
    A QUESTION OF YESTERDAY 4
    3 A. M. 2
    LOUIS 4
    THE RIVER 6
    FOUR POEM ABOUT DIFFERENT THINGS 1
    COACH 10 SEAT 12 2
    In The Name of the Father 2
    ECHOES OF DARKNESS AND LIGHT 1
    MYSTIC DREAM 1
    EARTHS BREATH 3
    THE FERRYMAN 3
    Winter Tide 3
    SCARLET RIBBON 3
    THE CROW 5
    THE HOUSE & AUNT MILDRED 5
    WINTER OF 33 2
    Rain in a Tin Cup 4
    PARRISH:CONFE
    SSIONS OF AN ALCOHOLIC
    2
    Crystal of Time 0
    Invisible People 1
    HOW I LONG 1
    THE BOXWOOD TREE 2
    THE EMPTY ROOM 3