The Big Blue Trunk

Big blue trunk, It's always there. We don't notice; We don't care. This afternoon, I feel a tingle, But in the trunk We dare not mingle. With a brother By my side, We open it and Look inside. We find things from Another world, Things that were once A little girl's. Toys in the trunk Are smelling old: Yell'wing posters Tightly rolled; Candy wrappers Make a chain; Children's books, Lessons to gain; Painting of a Scarecrow field; Packages that Still are sealed; Pretty dolls (but Broken faces); Memories that Time erases; Stuffed animals (once Held so tight): Many a kitten, Fur so white. Simple things That used to be Waited in this Trunk for me. In this room that Is my brother's We found the trunk I know is Mother's.