Little Wood Box
In a little wood box
lies her greatest treasure
A priceless gem
worth can't be measured
In a little wood box
There's a pair of shoes
A special gift
for church and school
She wants to run to it
Wants to look inside
But she can only sit
and stare wide eyed
There's someone talking
she can't hear
There's music playing
soft somewhere
But she just hears the clock
as she stares at a little wood box
In a little wood box
There's a pair of glasses
They're custom made
In the latest fashion
In a little wood box
Is a little bow tie
Made it herself
for her special guy
Her husband helps her up
holds her close to him
walks her through the crowd
people watching them
If it wasn't for him
she couldn't move
It's seems so surreal
so untrue
And finally when they stop
she looks into that little wood box
Just eight years old
in his young prime
Made it to school
but never left this time
Her dreams shot down
in the blink of an eye
a man took his life
she still wonders why
In that little wood box
she brushes off his shoes
straightens his glasses
and his bow tie too
In that little wood box
lies her greatest treasure
A priceless gem
worth can't be measured
© L. James Tanner
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