Small Wooden Box

Slumped in warm embrace of a soft chair,

It hugs back, knowing what I’ve been through.

Warm breath,

the scent of tea freshly brewed.

Clicks from a box release the stress of being held closed for so long.

Like a flood,

thousands of words, happy faces, birthday celebrations, accomplishments,




of my wooden box.

Several papers almost seem to speak to me,

holding the hearts of those who are dear.

Warm tears fall as fast as the memories.

You can do it!


You’re my best friend!

I miss you so much!

All those words needed

hiding away in this wooden box.

A caress to each page,

thanking them for the strength they’ve given me.

Lovingly packed

waiting for more memories to be added,

waiting to be remembered,

Being there no matter what.

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