ShoeBox Moments

Shoebox Moments

Sitting upon her dusted desk top
Is a painted yellow shoebox;
Within it are the moments
In which they were all happy.

A blue Mexican hat sings out in sorrow;
As it brings tears to her own blue eyes,
Remembering the days when they
Were each other's pizza slices.

A rock broken in three, each resembling them
Rock, Paper, Scissors, always to be connected
It was their pact, to never leave each other
But the high school years tore them apart.

Rock, her dearly beloved rock
Held them together when things were tough,
She was their strength. She was their stone...
Until she herself, broke down to nothing.

Paper, she was their paper
They wrote their secrets, and shared their pain
She couldn't be burned, or ripped or cut apart
Because she loved them, and she still does.

Scissors, her sacred scissors
Touched their souls with her loving cuts,
She was their protector, she was their soul
And even now, scissors is indeed her protector.

In this shoebox the memories do sing
A lullaby that won't leave her head,
Of the days that they were indeed
Rock, Paper and Scissors.