Poem "Box"

Box

Dressed in my mother’s blouse

Draped in grandma’s pearls

Sissy’s gold ring

My favorite black slacks.

Spiders, maggots…worms.

Im holding the Bible between my hands

Hair in tight tight curls, just the way I like it

Daddy bought me new shoes

Along with a matching purse

Skin was once soft

Eyes were once brown

Hair was once black

Body was once there.

There is no light

There is no sound

There is no…feel

There is only knowledge that this is real.

It crept upon me so quickly

It never once sent a warning

Is this it?

Is this where I stay?

There has to be more

Until I find out…

          I will have to wait in this box.