' A Cardboard Box' Poem by Linda Winchell

' A Cardboard Box'

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Crawled under the house to retrieve
something's that I had fogotten.
While I took them out, I sorted and found
that most of what I'd stored, was damp and rotten.

As I sorted through the memories I once knew
stuck together were photos of me and my brother.
As I pulled them apart, their memories rushed to my heart
past memories now a big part of all the others.

Was more then mold in that cardboard box
there were those memories of things from my past.
But as I now see, they will always be, in my hearts memories
and not those tangible things that just won't last.

Aditya Mudbhary 07 October 2009

Nice piece of art Liked it alottt ;)

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Ravi A 02 May 2009

A very nostalgic poem and a philosophical ending. We all come across with such moments in life. Except our memories, nothing is really tangible in our life. Yet, the stock in a card-board can inspire us a lot like this. The present always leaves something for the past. The past always leaves something for the present. This is an interplay.

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Myrtle Thomas 19 April 2009

A very nostalgic poem of the sweetest memories maybe lost to mold and decay but locked safely in your mind.very good

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Indira Renganathan 08 April 2009

Sweet memories will always linger on....true10

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Ruby Heart 23 January 2009

that is very true, what a great poem! ! !

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Jayla Smith 10 December 2019

I love this poem. It makes me think of everything. I really hope that I can find more poems like this...

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Geraldine 23 June 2018

Muddled and incoherent

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Susan Lacovara 22 March 2014

Completely taken in by your write....I have myself, detangled dampened memorabilia....moistened, at times, by tears...Thank you for returning my thoughts to what I had nearly stored for years. I invite you to venture around the attic rafters of my poems. PEACE and plenty, to you....glad I stumbled in...thinking I might just have to stay awhile.

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Adeline Foster 02 June 2012

Another good poem, great thoughts. Read mine - Mother Dear, Oh Mother Dear - Adeline

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Rachel Butler 07 November 2009

'Stuck together were some photos of me and my brother. As I pulled them apart, their memories rushed to my heart' Rachel Ann Butler

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Linda Winchell

Linda Winchell

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