Boxes Of Memories(1) Poem by Jane Quijano

I was a child born and lived to be an old woman...
Youth has left me long before it came
And I cannot remember
Most of my dreams and wishes of my childhood;
I did not save most of them...

I just remember how I loved to watch the bee
Buzzing around that small hole
In front of me until it fitted itself inside.

I waited if it would bit me even if I did not move!
I wondered how long it would buzz around
Before squeezing itself inside...
Was that its home?
How did he made that hole, I wondered more...

I also remember
How I enjoyed trailing down dragonflies
With my thin coconut stick with grease at the end
To touch their wings so I could catch them-
And catch one I could!

I would hold it for awhile then let it go free again!
Sometimes one was strong enough
To get away from the grease and fly away...
I never tried to catch it again.
I was amazed to see how that little thing
Wanted so much to be free!