My Little Box Of Secrets Poem by Franklin Spriggs

My little box of secrets,
I keep hidden beneath the bed,
My square little container,
Of purple, white, and red.

When ever I feel lonely,
Or if I'm feeling blue,
I go to my box of secrets,
For another peek or two.

I look at diaries from my past.
Stories of happier days,
A watch that stopped to remind me,
Now is the time to pray.

A gold chain also do I find,
It glimmers in the light,
It always reassures me,
To do what things are right.

A dime in tissues do I have,
And a small piece of granite,
I keep inside to convince myself,
To do Gods Ten Commandments.

An old silver chain laid neatly within,
A rustic locket do I see,
I love the picture I keep inside,
Of Jesus at Calvary.

So my little box of secrets,
I keep hidden beneath my bed,
I guess are no longer secrets,
I have shared them all instead.

Author
Franklin Spriggs
August 9,2008