I will put in my box
A tear tripping franticly down the tight cheek of a pale, tired child
The happiness of setting my eyes upon a dehydrated, dull damaged dog
The enjoyment of awakening to letters swirling round and round my head

I will put in my box
The last touch of my gran’s hand laid gently upon my head
The sadness of the screams coming from my mum’s room
The shock of my finger touching a fuse box

I will put in my box.
The last bark of my big brown dog
The first kick of my baby sister
The 11+ nagging and screaming in my head

I will put in my box
The embarrassment of failing my tests
A tear of my cousins when he lost the race
The sadness of my friend leaving me forever

I will put in my box
The happiness of a new family member arriving
A muddle with hanging my Christmas lights up
The enjoyment of going to Greece with my family and friends

My box is fashion with hope, kindness and friendship
It has messages on the lid and faith in the corners
The hinges are made of the branches deep from the Amazon

I shall explore my box
In the deepest caves of Ireland
Then stumble upon a cottage the colour of creamy chocolate