Cardboard Safe
I am a box
Standing open in the back of a closet
In some one's room I do not know
I suppose I should
As I wait to be filled with outcast items
As I am myself outcast
I am a box
Left empty from the Christmas LigtBrite
Received too many years ago
Already filled with items from the past
Too precious to be thrown away
As I myself am too useful to be thrown away
I am a box
Filled with...
Baby clothes and blankets
Bottles and sippy cups
From days long gone and hardly remembered
As I myself am hardly remembered
I am a box
Filled with...
My little ponies and Barbie dolls
Pictures of old elementary school friends
From those days when cliques were developing
As I myself am developing too
I am a box
Filled with...
Charm bracelets and birthday cards
Teenage memories and love letters
From boyfriends in the past
As I myself am a thing of the past
I am a box
Filled with...
All these precious things
Let them live on
In the infinite space and time of memory
Let them fade
As I am here to hold them safe
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