Danielle N. Calhoun

THE BOX

I opened up a box,
Just the other day,
Knowing what it held,
But not sure if they remained.

In this small box,
Were cards of many sizes;
Some from my family,
Others from kindness.

I opened this box,
The memories it held inside;
I opened up this box,
For a while I sat and sighed.

I remember most of the cards,
Their words and praises;
I remember all of the people,
So many names and faces.

I open up this box,
Every birthday and holiday,
I open up this box,
Just so I know that
The memories remain.