-Boxes-
When I was a child
A box was the best gift I could receive.
A box could become anything I wanted it to be.
A ship.
The engine of a train.
My babies cradle as I rocked her to sleep.
My grandmother would cut the boxes into beds
With a roof over where our heads would be.
We would press stickers to the walls
To create the perfect sleepover cave.
At night we would unroll our sleeping bags
Into the box-bed on the floor.
We would stare up at the images of kitties and hearts
We had carefully chosen.
And fall asleep to the thought
That this was the safest place ever.
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