The White Thing

The “White Thing”

which is what it was called

was anchored in position

to the wall in the hall

 

The white box

used for the stowing

of trinkets and treasures

game pieces

high heel shoes

and other fond pleasures

 

Old dresses

once worn on a Sunday in April

Old albums once played

on a stereo table

 

A note that I wrote

that was never to be given

A library book

I thought my sister had hidden

 

Winter coats

hats and scarves

Discovered each snow

sitting quite patiently

with no where to go

 

Christmas wreaths and

pretty blue  ribbons

science fair projects

tucked under musty

white linens

 

Our forgotten possessions

cluttered and scattered about

The white box

would guard them

till our parents

threw them out