Stars filled the room as I sat in awe after opening the lid to the box I saw
It belonged to my mom when she was here, it sat all alone in the room upstairs
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, momentos 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 own mind
Poetry By Sand 


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