' 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.

Sunday, September 28, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: brother,memories
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
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

Chicago Illinois
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