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Date Posted: 03:01:39 05/02/01 Wed
Author: Samantha G Kennedy
Subject: Little Red Box

The Little Red Box

The attic congested with ancient mementos
rejected gifts stored ' for another day',
streams through the window, faint beams
sunlight accumulates dust on traced fingertips.

Weaved webs from eight legged aliens
extend across the supporting beam,
concocting a net of life, and death
spun throughout the seasons past.

Three trunks, three generations progressed
positioned forbearing for hinge release,
moth holed clothing, ancestors jubilations
ghostly display dignified reflection on hangers;

Floorboards creak, essences escape, books bare
envelopes accommodating desperate passion, distant desire,
overflow like notes from a musicians sanity,
releasing war torn estrangement ,timeless promise;

A little red box lounges overlooked under pressed flowers
neatly arranged in pages of prettiness,
childlike doodle 'Property of Emily' prominently penciled
it's velvet backing rough from small fingers holding tight;

The key rotates , it's secrets pulsating excitedly
displaying a portrait, one I recognise, grandmother,
daisy faded, worry beads of pearl, ring
a penny, and lock of hair tied up with string;

Close the tribute, shut the lid, sense the love
the child, that my grandmother once was, circulates in me,
I set all back from where they came, smiling
and secure the hatch for good;

Samantha G Kennedy copyright2001

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Replies:

re: Little Red Box -- sp.w, 13:57:56 05/02/01 Wed
Wonderful images... -- Flying Colors, 13:00:06 05/03/01 Thu
- Re: Wonderful images...ty to both of u :O) -- Samantha G Kennedy, 05:48:33 05/04/01 Fri