The Love Box

a heart shaped box
adorned with roses
stored under the bed
directly beneath
my mothers head

the love box
filled with memories
trinkets
and evidence
that she was loved

when in doubt
she took it out
poured through its contents
caressing each item
as precious treasure

a paper daisy
made by me
a poem
penned by my sister
a heart shaped card
crafted by my brother

a wedding photo
of her parents
a dried, faded rose
a remnant from her own
wedding bouquet

restored and replenished
with love
the doubts all gone
she could now
carry on

we all have fond memories
of the love box
we don’t even know
what happened to it
in the end

but the memories
and the love remain
stored now in my own
metaphorical
box of miracles

This wedding photo is the last remaining evidence from the love box.