Boxes -by Forrest Proper





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Published on Jan 31, 2016

Her world,
like her frame,
first grew,
then shrunk
with the years.

From childhood room,
with only space enough
for bed and bureau,
teddy bear and dreams,
to a college dormthen a city apartment,
-wedding presents stashed
in boxes under the bed
in that fifth-floor walk-up
with enough room (barely) for two.

Then to a children-full house
which eventually emptied,
then re-filled with grandchildren,
then emptied again by movers
for the practicality
of a condominium
with no stairs to test
a new set of hips,
and enough room,
once again,
for just two.

That emptied too as
another year passed,
and two became one,
and the movers took the boxes
to a smaller apartment
in a residential center,
with dining hall service,
and an emergency buzzer
and a closet full of
dream-spun memories,
each carefully packed away.

A fall and confusion,
and the movers packed
fewer boxes,
few memories left in her now,
down the hall,
to a bedroom
the same size
as her childhood bedroom,
as her world,
like her frame,
and soon must shrink again,
to the finite size
of the final box,
in her small corner
of Eternity.

Copyright 2016 by Forrest Proper


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