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.
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