The Magic Box Poem by Kaitlyn Ash

I will put in the box
The memory of a lost friend,
Who left to be a Falcon,
In hope he will be a Mustang again.

I will put in the box
The sweet smell of summer,
The cool touch of the ocean,
The sound of crashing waves.

I will put in the box
The halted breathing from a first kiss,
A smile from graduation,
The skipped heartbeat from a new car.

I will put in the box
A 27th letter and a pink moon,
A cheetah with strips,
And a zebra with spots.

My box is made from purple silver
With floating clouds on the inside.
The bottom is endless.

I will keep memories in my box,
(Bitter-sweet, happy, and bad)
To keep them safe and hidden,
From anyone or anything
That could have the potential
To ruin them.