Her Special Sandbox
Before her Auntie died she built her a big sandbox,
I remember her sitting there with long curly brown locks.
The sun in her face with an innocent smile so bright,
she’d stay out there playing morning, noon and night.
She had little tractors and buckets with tiny figurines,
she’d make sand castles then stomp on them to smithereens.
This one time she built a fort for her favorite Little People,
a huge monstrosity with a long bridge and a steeple.
She reached the age of eight and still loved her sandbox,
she used her imagination through the summer equinox.
Silly little girl with big brown eyes so enthralled,
but after Auntie died she just sat in it and bawled.
Now at tender age of ten we still keep it in the back yard,
once and awhile she sifts through the sand, but it’s quite hard.
But yesterday I saw her feet deep in the sand buried,
playing in that special sandbox lovely memories are carried.
Sandbox Contest
October 14, 2016
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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