My Magic Box
I would have put in my box
The world I saw at the age of five
With the adventures entailed by a once-held friend
And the jar we used to catch bumble bees
I would have put in my box
The last share for a Skittle bag
To the joyous air of a mischievous plan
And the squirrel houses made of snow
I would have put in my box
The mountainous slope we used to slide
To the hazel-smudged room in which we reclined
And the cocoa cup from a distant cupboard
I would have put in my box
Adrenaline fear of a brother been tricked
To the streams of water for a boat of one stick
And the mysterious treasure found in another's trash
My box I would not wish to close
It would stay open for me to recollect
A part of my conscious so as not to forget
I will be reminded of a glee uncontained
How to love, share, adventure, and play
To immerse myself in a laughter ever contagious
So to float away and swim in my memories
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