Boxed up
memories, wrapped carefully
in torn tissue paper,
worn over years.
Boxed up
histories, revisited annually-
unwrapping melancholy,
tying it on a tree.
Boxed up
memories, wrapped carefully
in torn tissue paper,
worn over years.
Boxed up
histories, revisited annually-
unwrapping melancholy,
tying it on a tree.
Love this poem Shawn.
Thanks!
Beautiful!! You should some how make this into a card.
Thanks! That’s an interesting idea.
We do so well, putting our memories into neat containers.
Hi Shawn,
Here is my response:
New Years Eve
Short gray day
The sun, a distant silver disk
Low in the sky.
Long night
Silver decorations
Drive the dark away
Time for new beginnings
Sorting threw the Christmas cards
Taking the time
Reflecting on the lives of friends and relatives
Sorting into piles.
Who to let go and who to keep
Time for new beginnings
Without Josh
Should old acquaintance be forgot
I like that personal interjection at the end, changes it.