I Will Put in my Box

by Isobel Tyson aged 10

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

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