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White Box

by Melina Raven Maness Diebold

I 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


Posted on 09/19/2009
Copyright © 2022 Melina Raven Maness Diebold

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