Magic Box Poem by chandani Mohan

The sound of the wind rustling through the leaves
Fleeting sight of a beautiful butterfly flying
The awakening smell of black, black coffee
The soft feel of my baby snuggling up to me

The sweet sound of my beloved’s laughter
The quick, bright smile that’s on a dear face
The lovely fragrance of newly cut pink roses
The shy, painful feelings of a first love

The gentle sound of a softly strung guitar
The unbelievable wonder of a setting sun
The heady aroma of my mum’s dinner
The memory of the feel of my dad’s jacket

All this I will put in my magic box
To be opened when I am old and grey
Take each one out oh’ so gently
And think of happier days gone by