Boxes of My Life
Everywhere I turn now
I see boxes of my life
Some my kids’. Some my wife’s.
Boxes that hold
Books. Memories.
Photos. Treasuries.
Boxes containing meanings
At the seams near bursting.
Nostalgias gleaming.
My heart is also grieving
As I bid farewell to souvenirs
In boxes for disposing.
Boxes of my life
Holding joys and strife.
Compartmentalised.
Boxes
Boxes
Boxes
Sealing my fears
Stitching my tears
Securing my years
