There is a small box
in a corner of a drawer
That I try not to go into anymore.
The bottle that fed you,
The blanket that held you,
The first photo of you
before you were born.
The photo of us from the hospital floor
The bracelets from my wrist that held you name:
~Baby Girl~ nevermore.
Somedays I cannot open the drawer
but it holds a little box.
And in that little box,
It contains a piece of my heart.
One day in the future
I know not when
I will open the drawer
and pull out a small box
And I will tell you about….
The time that I held you,
The time that I fed you,
and the many times I told you that
I Love You.
