Things in a Box

So sometimes in life, we are forced to let go of things.  A part of growing up is all about morphing and changing and letting go of the old to make room for the new.  That is what this is about.  It's about a box of memories on my dusty, closet shelf.  It's about years gone by so quickly.  It's about a little girl's treasures that are in truth, mere junk.  It's about the things from my childhood, and the childhood of those things.

 

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I found my favorite Teddy very tattered but still lucky

 

I found my colonel otter and my super rubber ducky

 

I found my Barbie family with their babies mom's and dad's

 

I found my own caught baseball that I forgot I had

 

I found the first you ever that my sticky fingers touched

 

It is a little elephant - you'd like it very much

 

My Martian Pepperoni (don't ask I do not know)

 

I found my darling cobra I was sure id never though

 

I found my chubby bear and his pals came out too

 

Goldilocks the Mama and Emily times two

 

The big horned sheep I promise the only kind I own

 

Came from Colorado when my dad was far from home

 

My floppy doppy puppy he always caused such trouble

 

He'd flop and dop his way around with Donnies dog the double

 

I found my baby blankie it once was white I thought

 

I found my baby dolly the dream I've always got

 

And one more now the newest chap whom i held tight to me

 

A little boy with Gray green eyes and two bright shining teeth

 

My childhood layed on my bed for me to gape able gasp

 

How slowly time went way back then but now how fast it's past

 

All these that i recall with child's awe and wonder

 

Atop the bed where for so long we'd snuggle tightly under

 

I know that all these memories cannot be bought like stuff

 

But still it so bitter sweet to know I've had enough

 

Now it's been years since last I played for hours with my things

 

But now the years are scarce indeed before I leave to find my wings ~