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Memories in a Box
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2003 Poetry I look in this old box and remember,
as if I was transported back in time.
Closing my eyes I see you clearly,
laughing and playing in the bath.
Now you're grown and on your own,
today you will marry that special man.
Although right now all I see is my little girl,
splashing and smiling with fatherly love.
Funny how fond memories can quickly return,
by simply looking at something from the past.
I reach into the box and give a little squeeze,
hearing the sound of that old Rubber Ducky.
