Little Pink Lunch Box Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

That little pink lunch box

Looks empty

Sitting on the shelf

But it's not

It hurts me to look into it

Because it is still packed full

With my love

My heart

Dreams and aspirations

That were gently laid

Into it everyday

Packaged in neatly

So they would all fit

I think of those little hands

That carried it everyday

That carried everything

Packed into it

And it melts my heart

It makes me wonder

Why I even opened it

God, I miss her in the mornings














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