Boxed Away
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Faruk Tokluoglu on Unsplash
It pains my heart to put the stuff
of childhood away.
Is there a thing more sad, more bittersweet
than moving day?
The trophies and the photos and
the posters on the wall
are memories I cannot forget
so I will store them all.
But I don’t like them in a box;
I want them living, breathing.
It ruins me to pack your things;
my soul chafes at this leaving.
Have I not given up enough?
How much must one heart pay?
I closed the lid on you last summer
for your burial day.
Your life, twice boxed away.
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Tags: bereavement, child loss, death of a child, grief, loss
Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.