I have the money box still,
But there were always others.
Writing the words brings a marble one to mind,
But I just remember the money box
The two woods carved together
I only know the moneybox now,
An echo from the time before.
Animals are writing my history
Each prompt showing it more
Like some unfolding mystery
Of the creatures gone before.
But those elephants all giftsย
Lived in the herd at Dadโs house
And then at home, at Mumโs
Where all of us still stay.
Except perhaps thatโs where they went
A box in a room that wasnโt mine
But still I called it such.
Never decorated from my heart
Until ornaments took over it all
And the future made its call.