Boxes

A girl is born

The gifts pour in

Pink boxes, twirled ribbons

Joy encased from within

Birthdays and holidays

Weddings and Grads

Boxes and Boxes

To celebrate Dads

Mom and Sister

Brother and son

Moving, Ikea

Instructions, not fun

But, Oh those boxes

Entrenched in our lives

We store our mementoes

Our jewelry, our lives

Then one day, we tire

Our bodies are slow

This box is exhausted

Sometimes it’s our foe

So, we shed all our pain

Being locked in our case

Our souls want to fly

From our limited space

And all that is left of our stay here on earth

Are boxes and boxes of stuff with no worth

We can’t avoid boxes, they remain with us still

Our body’s last place, underground until