Memories In Boxes
Memories in boxes
By lady Arabella
As I sit here and go through all the boxes I’ve made
Each one holds a memory which time cannot fade
From old school reports that showed all I could be
To lessons learnt at times when red flags I couldn’t see
From cards of love and poems of sorrow
From past , to present and things of tomorrow
Each picture , each item, each card , each gift or each moment I’ve saved
Holds memories of who I was , who i am and the path I’ve now paved
How far I’ve come , the ups and downs I’ve endured
Put away in boxes , frozen in time and then stored
At the age of 7 I would dance and took exams for tap , jazz and ballett
Go on great holiday to Skegness with my family in a chalet
At the age of 8 teachers said I took lead on discussion and knew how to communicate
Hard working and popular , determined to try ,improve and never late
They also said i was very talkative and needed to learn when to speak
As there approval at times during lessons I did not seek
At the age of 9 I had my first poem published in the local news
Was excited each year as I got new kickers as school shoes
At the age of 10 I became a member of tameside crucial crew
That’s around the time I played football for a boys team too
At the age of 11 I moved to Fairfield high school for girls
Had frizzy hair and embraced my natural curls
By the time I was 12 I was playing football for my schools team
And Training with tameside school of excellence and young enough to dream
By 13 I was awarded pupil of the week and my fav subject was history
Listening to the radio , or my hand held Walkman obviously the station was kisstory
By 14 I was achieving academic awards at the end of year in ceremonies which took place
For progress in religious studies and mathematics once I decided to up the pace
By the age of 15 I became a peer counsellor and prefect
Oh and got bullied how could I forget
By the time I left I exceed expectations got 1 A* , 3As , 3 Bs 4Cs and 1 D
Resistant materials what use is that anyways, see
the point is I’ve got memories in boxes which marks each place
In this life of mine
Each one represents my timeline
I often reflect and look back to see how far I’ve come
How I could have been just anyone
But I’m not I’m me and there isn’t anyone the same
And my memories in boxes remind me that, even if it’s lame!
My friend is right somethings I don’t need to hold onto
Regardless with who
As some of those people are now part of my past
Not everything is made to last
So as I clear out my boxes and throw things away
It’s to make more room for new memories as tomorrow is more than today
It’s time to say goodbye to things I once held close
As they no longer mean the most
Copyright © lady Arabella | Year Posted 2023
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