Mary Roach

Rookie (October 6th 1993 / St. Joseph MO)

The Box - Poem by Mary Roach

My Family is a box of crayons, filled with colorful unique colors.
My youngest brother Ryan is the intense red crayon, energetic and aggressive.
My oldest Spencer is the flamboyant orange crayon, expansive and demanding attention. My sister Katie is sunshiny yellow, joyous yet deceitful. Ginger, my pet dog, is the green crayon, youthful and full of energy. The blue crayon, peaceful and loyal, is my dad. I am the enlightened violet crayon, noble and wise in all my arrogance. The stable brown crayon is my middle brother Liam, simple and reliable. Mandy, mysterious and powerful, is the strong black crayon that tops off the rest. And the Box, the inviting yet crowded box, is our home shut up tight with every crayon inside.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010



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