The Box

A box under the bed holds my whole life Letters from my first love who later became my wife The shoes from my daughter’s first steps To the flower she held as I walked her down the aisle I’ll always be your baby she said with a smile The watch my dad wore as he slipped away I stood by his side the watch stop ticking that day The promise ring I gave my darling before we wed I’ll never forget the tears or the words she said A photo of my mother in her younger years Looking at that photo brings me to tears Cancer took her smile grace and hair I lost it when I lost her it just wasn’t fair So a box under the bed means a lot to me Containing my whole life and what use to be