Written by: Victoria Anderson-Throop

                                                  A BOX BUILT FOR MY EVERY FRIEND

                                                       I've built you a box
                                                       As tall as a tree
                                                       Your personal disposal for
                                                       Black memories
                                                       A box that will hold every
                                                       Lover-flung hurt
                                                       A box that will hold
                                                       Stinky socks or old shirts.

                                                        I have blown a glass cup
                                                        That will hold every tear
                                                        You will dump every heart ache
                                                        Every shivering fear--
                                                        Certain inclusion of
                                                        Aspersions unfair--
                                                        Echoes that strangle
                                                        The person you are..............

                                                        You’ll perk savory fresh coffee
                                                        Breathe a world drama free--
                                                        Thump your butt on that box lid ---
                                                        And sip your new dreams.

With my apologies....Revised to be
w/o sexual discrimination
for my male friends  June 17, 2013
(original from 15 May 2013)
Victoria Anderson-Throop