The Orphan's Little Black Box

Childhood secrets,
locked in the little black box,
forever stored in the corner
of his young mind.

Never to be opened,
never to be revealed,
for all time.

Contents of:
sadness, fears, brutality,
loneliness, anguish
and childhood tears.

No mother, father, brothers or
sisters to care, to share, to
love him or even comb his
curly blond hair.

No picnics in the park,
no fishing in the pond,
no red wagon, bicycle
and no family bond.

No candles on a birthday
cake, no cookies for him
did they bake. No love,
no hugs or kisses for his sake.

No Christmas lights, no flying kites.
No time for childish games and year
after year, everything seem to stay
the same.

But time did pass and he escaped at last.
He placed his childhood memories into
that little black box and threw away the
key, but somehow from time to time in
the dark of night he finds that long lost key,
and the contents…
will forever haunts his reverie.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2004

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