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
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