Poems

I will put in the box
The swish of a party dress on a
Summer night
Smoke from the sparkling
Firework display
And the piercing screech of a furry monkey.

I will put in the box
An old, forgotten Barbie doll with sore feet
A sip of an exotic cocktail
Called the Mickey Mouse
And a bucket and spade from Broadstairs
Beach.

I will put in the box
Three polite greetings spoken in
Sign language
The last joke from an ancient grandad
And the first steps of my baby cousin.

I will put in the box
A thirteenth month and a purple moon
A dragon in a tower
And a princess in a dark lair.

My box is fashioned from glass
And steel
With doodles on the lid
And laughter in the corners
Its hinges are made from the mighty
Tusks of elephants.

I shall climb in my box
To the colossal snowy peaks
Of the vast Himalayas
Then silently sleep in my bed
As soft as down.

I will put in my box
A hurting hand with a handful of scars
A chip of gold in a block of lead
The smashed rock on the sandy sea shore

I will put in my box
A helpless snowman with a loose head
A drop of contaminated water
The flash of a fish’s scale

I will put in my box
The air of their last breath
The water of their last drink
The food of their last meal

I will put in my box
The tears of my first day in school
The cry of my parents leaving
The scream of being alone

I will put in my box
The sickness of a disgusting drink
The laughter of good friend
The stench of ruined shoes

My box is fashioned from gingerbread
and raw chocolate and vegetables
With clouds on the lid and secrets in the corners
Its hinges are suspensions of monster trucks

I will put in the box
The scorching sun crying out small fire balls
The wind’s cold breath on my cheeks
The face of a new-born baby in my arms

I will put in the box
A teddy bear with a broken heart
A sip of beautiful banana milkshakes from McDonalds
A leaping spark from a sparkler on New Year’s Eve

I will put in the box
Three green dreams spoken in French
The last joke of my Grandfather
And he first smile of my sister

I will put in the box
A black sun and a new day
A grown man crying heavily
And a baby being brave

My box is embroidered with golden thread
My box is fashioned with gold diamonds and steel
With the hinges as sturdy as the toe joints of dinosaurs
Stars are on the top and secrets are in the corner

I shall go trampolining in my box
On the great jumping pads
Then feel the breeze of a fan
And enjoy the feeling of paradise

I will put in the box
My dog’s protection
Happiness from my birthday
My saddest moment when I watched Dolphin Tale

I will put in the box
The snowman’s bright orange nose
The frozen sea of the beach
And the snow falling on my nose

I will put in the box
My Nan’s sweet voice
My grandad’s loud laughter
My teacher’s guiding tone

My box is fashioned from chocolate cake
With buttercream and sprinkles
Its hinges are slithers of chocolate

I shall time travel in my box
Dreaming in Hollywood as people begin to act
Whilst I settle down for the performance.

I will put in the box

The sun reflecting of the sea,
Dolphins diving in and out the ocean,
The first laugh of my silly sister.

I will put in the box

Waving snow angels,
A sip of pure white milk
A long storm of snow

I will put in the box

The happiness of my first Christmas
The first joke of my favourite grandad
An the first laugh of my twin

I will put in the box

The last memory of my parents together
My sister with a toy gun
And me in a dress

My box is fashioned from snow, rubber and steel
With a pure black lid with secrets deep down
The hinges of the Hulk’s toe
I shall ice skate in my box
On slippy-tumbling ice in Antarctica
Then rest on a black mat
The colour of the moon

I will put in my box
My first ever football game
The kick of a ball with my sibling
The euphonic noise of the crowd at my first goal

I will put in the box
The mesmerical image of my parents dancing
The thunderous engine of a gleaming chariot
The soft embrace of a caring mother

I will put in the box
The innocent view of white hot anger
bewilderment and loss in a strange house
The loss of a mini me

I will put in my box
My first glimpse of a new embrace
Sympathetic thoughts from a steadfast rock
United joy at the glorious game

My box is fashioned from
Green velvet, sunshine and gold
With smiles on the lid and tears in the corners
The hinges are the riotous cheers of the stadium

I shall travel in my box
On a high flying powerboat over the Mediterranean Sea
Stopping in Malta’s safe harbour
Drinking ‘Kinnies’ to a memory.

I will put in my box
The burning feel of a cobbled path
The taste of Mickey Mouse
And a breathing bridge
stretched across the water

I will put in my box
The painful squeak of a chinchilla’s throat
The large unknown scrape of Bonnie’s paw
And in the lid the great feeling of Bubbles’ tail

I will put in my box
The crying laugh of grandad falling off his stool
The annoying sound of my sister’s voice
And the treasured first word of my cheeky neighbour

I will put in my box
The tear of a tangy sweet
The graceful swish of windy hair
And the first win of a football game

My box is fashioned from memories so bold
With laughs in the corners
And feelings in toes
The hinges are made from roses and gold
Just like my memories, it cannot be sold

I shall ride with my box
On a rollercoaster, high and low
My box will stay with me were ever I go
Even if we wash up ashore on a cold winter beach
my box will be company and a great seat

I will put in my box
The flicker of the fire jumping out at me
I will put in my box
The sensational smell of Christmas dinner
when I was as hungry as an alligator

I will put in my box
The amazement of witnessed fireworks
for the first time
I will put in my box
The feeling of the moment that it was my birthday

My box will be fashioned with dazzling diamonds
glimmering gold
and the lid will be made of silver steel

I will put in my box
The moment I hovered above Italy in an aeroplane
I will put in my box
The feeling of breaking up for the summer holidays

I will put into the box
A piece of the massive mouldy cheese of the moon
A drop of lava from the thundering Mount Vesuvius
The crashing of colossal caving crystal waves

I will put into the box
The first laugh of my cousin
The sip of the tastiest fizzy pop ever
A leaping fish from The River Medway

I will put into the box
Three violent kicks from an older sister
The last word of an ancient grandad
And the opening eyes of a baby

I will put into my box
The last ever month and a roar of a dinosaur
A boy with a walking stick
And a grandma on a skateboard

My box is fashioned from glass, diamond and platinum
With smiles on the lid and wishes in the corners
Its hinges are the spines of old books

I shall fly in my box
Over the great high skyscrapers
Then land on my soft bouncing bed
The colour of my eyes

I will put in my box my memories

Seeing my dog for the first time
Taking care of my family all the time
Never forgetting my cat that passed away

I will put in my box my memories

Always see my sister
Having time with her
Playing with her on the Xbox together
Her spirits stays in my heart forever

I will put in my box my memories

The first glimpse at my mum and dad was special
I will never leave there side
Looking after me all the time
They’re not leaving my side ever

My box is fashioned from magic and
Silver and snow
With glitter on the outside and
A lid with a silver lock
To keep all my memories safe

I will put in my box
Secrets that nobody knows
That are stored in my mind
No forgetting them

I will stuff my box with
A plane in the sky
Going to Portugal
My first time leaving England