Pencil boxes for you
Your pencil boxes no longer hold your stuff.
They served you well for several years.
With Velcro, they kept your TV remote in place.
With a label, they gave a clue to their contents.
When you no longer needed them, I packed them up.
I traveled to another state alone with the stacked boxes.
They contained tiny mementos I wanted with me.
One held pens, you laughed at how I collected them.
A few years later, I moved again with boxes in tow.
This time, I was not alone. I met someone new.
As our households merged, I shared the boxes.
I thought you would understand. The boxes were useful.
Today, a little boy stuffs Goldfish snacks into a blue one.
He giggles as he closes a red, hinged lid on his crayons.
Each box cost a quarter at a back-to-school sale.
I marvel how something so small stays in my life.