I came upon a box.
Amidst the dust and cobwebs,
It had a rusty lock.
It waited all alone.
To be remembered once again,
When the child in me came home.
In the lock it turns.
Excitement builds inside of me
Curiosity it burns.
And see to my surprise.
A small enchanting carousel
My memory recognized.
It whisks me back in time.
To skipping ropes and Ferris wheels
And carousels that chime.
I remember them so well.
The warmth the love and laughter
And my little carousel.
