The Box


By Mark



      

It sat in the corner
Hidden from view
An ordinary box
Looking for a friend.

It had straight lines
Hard corners
Metal staples
And a bar code of nines.

It came into the house
Smuggled like rum of old
Whispers announced it arrival
Silence hid its presence.

The boxes humble friend
A roll of brightly coloured paper
Both soon to be together
One hiding the other

When all sleepy ones were gone
A single figure was seen
Laughs memories and smiles
A mother's heart warms

The paper unrolled
Scissors flashed
Tape stuck
The box into present born


As the sun awoke
Sending Santa rushing home
Muffled voices were heard
Tiny hearts beating in anticipation

“Too early?” they debate
It only comes once a year
Do they care?
Xmas comes with out fear

Giggles, laughter, big eyes
Xmas a time of  fun fun fun
Blankets thrown back
“Quick wake up, Mum”

Calls of “Mum, MUM”
Her eyes now open
Open with out seeing
Her head still sleeping

Little hands
Pulling at her blanket
Sleep fades
Faces are seen

The smell of sleep lingers
Little hands, little kisses
Tiny arms out stretched
To hug so tight

Two warm bundles
Snuggling close to Mum
Makes waking early on Christmas
Worth more than gold

What was in the box?
Why do you ask?
Two warm cuddly bundles
Aren't enough for you?

You unfeeling bastard.


Mark 2-26-03
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