- THOSE TINY WOODEN BOXES-
A box appeared in my mail today.
It was full of friendship, love and joy.
It came from a very dear friend
My senses to employ.
As I opened each little paper,
Shiny sanded wood to see.
I ran my fingers o're it,
Each grain enticing me.
So smoothly, my fingers traced them
A rose, A butterfly;
And there an Angel spreads her wings
As she flies across the sky.
I know each of these tiny boxes
Were made with loving hand,
Into my heart, each image,
Throngs of friendship would remand.
There is a gentle feeling
That is so precious there,
That gentle loving friendship
That we will always share.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 6-27-06
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