White Box by Melina Raven Maness DieboldI still see it
and recollected trembles ebb
I look at them, their smiles
dirty grins, crumbs and dribbly kisses
I know I take it all for granted
Especially in the naughtiness
and misbehavior
But even then, all I see
is that little boy's face
a white box
His mother...
I know she'd give her soul
or whatever else the price
To have him back
Even in that naughtiness
and even in the crumbs and dribbly kisses
Especially in the crumbs and dribbly kisses
09/19/2009 Posted on 09/19/2009 Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
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