I was deep cleaning our bedroom closet recently and dusted off “a special box” on the top shelf. I wrote a poem about this box eight years ago. A few details have changed since then…the old Gateway Computer box has been placed inside a slightly larger fabric box for additional room, because now this fabric box contains 41 years of calendars and recorded history. I have shared this poem before, but I’ll share it again.
One Little Box
In the bedroom closet upstairs, tucked away on the top shelf, is a box.
It’s an old Gateway computer box with the Holstein cow pattern, and it’s only about 14” X 18” and 6” deep.
It doesn’t take up much space, this one little box, but, if you open it up, out pops one great, big surprise! Thirty-three years of calendars, thirty-three years of life, thirty-three years of recorded history from one small family. It contains years of appointments, church activities, school and sports activities, vacation schedules, birthdays, anniversaries, deaths, dinners, all kinds of celebrations….
It reminds me of a Jack-In-The-Box. Each year it springs open, I add another calendar, force close the lid as it bursts with memories, and I put it away for safe keeping.
This one little box holds one big treasure.
And it’s amazing how little space this box takes, upstairs, tucked away on the top shelf of the bedroom closet.
and additional calendars.
Oh my! I remember the original poem… : )
Who knew, right?
I have saved about ten years of calendars but I admire you for saving so many – a sort of diary of much of your life! Love the poem!
Thanks Shirley. Yes, it is an abbreviated diary. We have referred back to a calendar now and then.