A Box

In a box, you put my love,
Tissue wrappings, lace.
Trailing strings, by ribbon held,
Stuffed and full, kept safe.
You take it out when you're alone.
No one else to see,
That jumbled, knotted, ribboned trace,
This pink you know as me.
So soon your busy will abound.
Forget me, that you will.
Expected gifts are packed away,
Containing no more thrill.
Hope will always see my heart,
As you will always know,
In that box you placed my love,,
As try the lid, you close.
For hanging on the outside,
This box of knotted strings,
Just a trail, my ribboned pink
Your memory my love brings.

Raine Les 4/30/2008

nice

your poams hit so close to home

Thank you, it is true for many of us..

And in these screen boxes you leave your
gifts also... (((Sharris)))