The Box.......

One time,there was a simple box. It felt empty,to the touch. Also easy to carry.
So I was curious,on what was inside.
As I opened the box,I could see light. It was bright,also warm. I seen the beauty it held,it was of my life as a child.
I could hear the laughter,see children running everywhere. I see them in the park,playing.
On the swings,the slide too. Walking the railroad tracks,barefoot.
Swimming the river,with banks being low.
My favorite sight,was me standing next to my Dad,on the front seat of his car,while he was driving me to school.
I had my arm around him,holding on,as not to fall. As we got to school,he lets me out and gives me a quarter for milk and such.
I also see my brothers and me. Always playing in the back yard,getting into trouble,or not.
Our friends coming over or us going to their yards.
I see the hills we climbed,the pastures we crossed.
There we are,sipping on cold sodas,with those hot days.
I see our smiles,the laughter,no cares to worry about.
That's what I see in this box. Young memories we cherish so.
I close the lid,the light darkens. Not forever,just for now.
As I slide the box under my bed.


Michael VanDyke @ (C) 2018