Poems

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

I will put in the box
The principle spoken word on a stormy night
Flowers from my first outing

I will put in the box
A primary feeling of my old dog
A piece of snow from my first snowy day
The gerbils – I once owned

I will put in the box
My introductory fabulous Christmas
The original snowman I struggled to make
The first present I opened

I will put in the box
The first look at my bulldog
The first game I played with my brother
The time I made my eldest smile

I will put in the box
The first glimpse of my bulldog having a fit
The sadness of his stress
The upsetting memories stuffed in the corners
My box fashioned from old pictures and wood
The super-glued doors stay shut
The box doesn’t let anyone in

I shall travel in my box
To LA
To see the shining lights

I will put in my box
My primary spoken word
My first dog that died on Boxing Day
And having my first sister

I will put in my box
The fundamental time I won a football match
My last year at nursery
And meeting David Beckam

I will put in my box
The softness of my first blanket
Two birds
And all of my family

I will put in my box
The joy of snow
The sadness of rain
And the happiness of summer

My box is fashioned from
The glamour of a diamond gem
The shine of a golden ring
And hinges of a football pitch

I shall kick my box with laughter
To there and back again

I will put in my box
The muddy rugby pitch of my first game
The memory of being carried off the pitch after scoring
The smile of seeing Santa in his grotto
My very first snowman

I will put in my box
My first birthday wish
When I tried to write my name
The memory of my tooth being pulled out

I will put in my box
The ball ball I made in school
The poem I made for my mum
The scream of falling off my bike
My first hug

My box is made from
Darkness and light
Happiness and fear

In my box I will
Lie in the light
But not forget the darkness

I will put in the box
The fan of a famous Elephant
Fur of a crazy cookie cat
Sea-salted shells on the sea-shore

I will put in my box
A baby’s bottle waddling in to a crib
A drop of spiced soup
A kick of a baby boy

I will put in the box
Three shows spoken in Japanese
The last coin of an ancient grandad
The first smile of a baby

I will put in the box
A snowy day and a giant snowball
A cat in a hole
And a rabbit in a tree

My box is fashioned in gold and silver and steel
With dinosaurs on the lid and weird substance in the corners
Its hinges are the arms of a griffin

I shall stroke dinosaurs in my box
On the mountains of China
Then lay it on top off a cushioned bed
The colour of wolves

The twinkling of the Christmas tree shining over the town
The happiness of my Nan touching my check with her small tight hand
The joy of all the big family together

A little tear dripping down my check when the last sigh came out
The little pompom running up to me in my tight squeezed house
The first word of my mother that I’ll never forget
The scream of the humongous children accidently running over me

The ear screeching scream from my mother and father
The scream of my Nan when she found out
The little push of my mum pushing me again
into the enormous screaming school

The last sigh from my sister leaving
The last news that my family will never forget
The new baby arriving
The excitement of my uncle

My box is fashioned with the first snowball
The crystal from my mother’s ring
My lid of my box is made with the burning flame from my first BBQ
Its hinges are made from the finger joints of the rarest dinosaur