Every time we move, <br />we pack our little things in boxes, <br />and some inside our mind. <br />These are the special things; <br />we do no want to leave behind. <br /> <br />The special things we have, <br />that spell out love there. <br />The precious things we own, <br />that hold so many memories there, <br />whether they be large or small. <br /> <br />The little boxes we pack, <br />we make them all secure, <br />and mark them handle with care. <br />For nothing can replace, <br />the precious things we have there. <br /> <br /> <br />(20 June 2007)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-boxes/
