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My Box
My box was once a shoe box
I save boxes, this one is a keeper
My box is large, the kind we all would like
The box is made of strong cardboard
This box had contained cowboy boots
My box had waited to have a touch
T'would be by a rough and heavy hand
My box was hurt, a clerk threw her away
My box was rescued, rescued by me
I feel my box has an affliction
Towards me for bringing her home
She likes to be near me when she can
I keep my personal records with her
Finance, travel, relationships, and the like
Grocery shopping she loves,
rides the cart like a small kid
My box I gave her a name, Betty Jo
Dressed her pretty with a coat of paint
She sits on my writing desk
Betty Jo likes to make the rhyme
She has become a helper of mine
We've grown really attached
I wish she could talk
Good night, polish box and go to bed
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Your box resonates with me, Jim! I have been a collector of boxes large and very small since I was a child, and I hate to throw away shoe boxes. I love that yours contained cowboy boots and that you rescued and personified her.
ReplyDeleteLove a painted shoe box... what a wonderful one to keep beside you.
ReplyDelete"Grocery shopping she loves,
ReplyDeleterides the cart like a small kid " -- I can almost picture it, Jim! I wonder if Betty Jo ever misses the cowboy boots. To be sure, she has a new affection now in you!
I have a thing for saving boxes also. What would we do without them?
ReplyDeleteJim, I love how you feel attached to Betty Jo and view her as a helper and companion. Excellent personification!
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
David
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