Sunday, June 8, 2008

The Box



There’s a box, sitting in the corner
Long forgotten, dust sprinkling the top
Waiting for discovery, for the magic within
As the top is slowly pulled apart, dust scattering
A squeak, not a mouse though, deep within
A reverence almost, of the contents of the box
Long forgotten memories, a gasp of pure joy
As the treasures in the box slowly reveal
A child’s squeaky toy, the noise from before
A much treasured play thing, long forgotten
A shaky hand, reaching into the interior
Pulls it out, as if pure gold, puts it gently to the side
Reaches in again, pulls out a photo album
Browned with time, age in the crinkled corners
Images not forgotten, but stored within memories
Tinkling, a music box, cuddled within baby’s clothes
A little girls trinket, the ballerina dancing around
Dreams held within its contents, a little girls delight
A dress, pretty bow around the waist, lace on the hem
A party of six year olds, giggling, carefree, blue sky above
A gasp of disbelief, a dress wrapped within
Taken out and held in wonder and awe, white lace
Long missed but not forgotten, smell of lavender in the air
A hand reaching out, gently touching the old ladies
She turns to look at her granddaughter, tears in her eyes
Holds out the wedding dress, places it in her hands
It was never worn, a dream that ended with war
Another time, another era, a young girl with stars in her eyes
A brave young man, a woman who never forgot
A beautiful dress, cherished memories, a love long lost
Now another woman, stars in her eyes, a young man waiting
Gently holds this moment, reverently, her dreams to come
A lace wedding dress, years unfolding through mists of time
A young pregnant girl, a baby, born within a climate of war,
Marriage to another, a daughter cherished just the same
Now full circle, her granddaughter standing before her
Eyes so familiar, face a mirror image of one long ago
Memories blend with reality, once again she’s a young girl
Just starting life, living each day as it comes,
A young love that never died, held forever in her heart

Kaz

4 comments:

Kahless said...

Were you thinking of anyone in particular when you wrote this Kazza?

KazzaB said...

No Kahless, I wasn't thinking of anyone in particular. Just my imagination. LOL I've had an idea to continue on with the same theme actually and I'll see how it goes.

Anonymous said...

Well it's beautiful. I read the 2nd one first. Dreams are made of such things Kazza. So is life...

roses

KazzaB said...

Thanks Roses, I'm glad you liked my poems. Dreams are made of such things, I agree.

Cheers........Kazza