- Those Tiny Wooden Boxes- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- THOSE TINY WOODEN BOXES-

A box appeared in my mail today.
It was full of friendship, love and joy.
It came from a very dear friend
My senses to employ.

As I opened each little paper,
Shiny sanded wood to see.
I ran my fingers o're it,
Each grain enticing me.

So smoothly, my fingers traced them
A rose, A butterfly;
And there an Angel spreads her wings
As she flies across the sky.

I know each of these tiny boxes
Were made with loving hand,
Into my heart, each image,
Throngs of friendship would remand.

There is a gentle feeling
That is so precious there,
That gentle loving friendship
That we will always share.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 6-27-06