The Story Behind The Shoebox Poem by wild fire

i crawl under the covers at night
and reach under the bed
carefully i place my hopes into it
and close the lid so they wont get away

i close my eyes and see what i want to see
i see a father in his bed at night
he reads a book, but pulls off his glasses as i enter
at first i am alarmed that he knew i was watching him

he smiles a warm smile and welcomes me in
here i am in my jeans and vintage shirt i wore today
and he is in his shirt and tie
but he closes his book just for me

for some reason it amazes me
and i crawl in bed beside him
he asks about my day and my boyfriend
and I tear up as i mention heartache

but he doesn't mention weakness
or make me feel small
but instead he hugs and mentions other boys
and i smile again

after that he kisses my forehead and
says 'off to bed, my night angel'
and i leave again and he picks up his book
to you that may seem small

but to me that means the world
and is as big as the nightsky
i'm surprised i can fit it into my shoebox
but that hope gets tucked away

it'll stay just a hope because
dreams cant come true
the shoebox under my bed
is its home for all of time