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 The Magic Box
            

            Stars filled the room as I sat in awe
            After opening the lid to the box I saw
            It sat all alone in the room upstairs
            It belonged to my mom when she was here

            When I was a child, I could listen for hours
            To the stories she told of when she was a child
            She told of a box filled with magic and dreams
            And she said one day I would know what it means

            The years flew by and the stories forgotten
            As I grew to a woman and left fantasies behind
            Momma left one night as she slept in her bed
            Without mentioning the box where her dreams she left

            I stood alone in the room upstairs
            Fascinated by the box that she'd left for me there
            Inside lay pictures, mementoes, and jewels
            Along with a note, with my name in gold

            It was filled with love and memories
            Of a child and a loving family
            And I realized with tears in my eyes
            That the magic she left was in my mind

            © Beautiful Poetry by Sand