My Secret Box
There is this place so deep within.
A box so fragile and thin.
As the days grow long, and I feel old.
I visit my box of memories untold.
Of other places, and other times.
When I was in love and life was fine.
Memories of my first kiss.
And would I ever feel like this.
When I lost my first love and had a broken heart.
Would I be able to recover to again start?
My children being born and the love in my eyes.
Knowing that I had brought into the world such a wonderful life.
Only the good memories are kept deep inside my secret box.
I won't let the bad in I keep it locked.
My special wedding day when I married my soul mate.
And I knew that their was more to love than just hate.
The look in our adoptive baby girls eyes.
When I held her for the first time.
So as I grow older and I grow weak.
I just have to open my secret box, and take a peek.
That takes me back to a place in time.
To memories that have kept me from going out of my mind.
Copyright © Theresa Walker-Keegan | Year Posted 2007
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