Little Boxes

Every time we move,
we pack our little things in boxes,
and some inside our mind.
These are the special things;
we do no want to leave behind.

The special things we have,
that spell out love there.
The precious things we own,
that hold so many memories there,
whether they be large or small.

The little boxes we pack,
we make them all secure,
and mark them handle with care.
For nothing can replace,
the precious things we have there.

(20 June 2007)

by David Harris

Comments (1)

I can't imagine what a desperation of thought and emotion this poet must have been going through when writing these lines.