There is nothing greater,
Than a cardboard box,
So clean, nice, simple,
And yet so full of potential,
There need to be more boxes in the world,
They have a simple beauty about them,
They don’t pretend or try to be something else,
They are just boxes,
And I love them for who they are,
And for what they could be,
I love them in any size, shape, and color,
They represent the acceptance,
That people should show to each other,
When I first moved,
I was devastated,
I had no friends,
The only thing that cheered me up,
Was the Box,
It was The Box from our refrigerator,
It was huge,
So big, two people could fit inside if they wanted to,
But I was the only person who went inside that box
Strangely enough,
But I loved it,
And since I had no friends I drew some on the inside of that box,
It was my special place,
My sanctuary if you will,
I had so much fun in The Box,
All my box friends loved me,
But about a month after I received the box,
I came home from school, with my art project in hand; ready to show my friends,
I walked into my room,
And I immediately cried,
The Box was gone,
My friends and every memory I had in there just gone,
I ran to my mother and asked her with tears streaming down my face,
“Where is Box?” She said she threw it away along with all the rest of the garbage,
My breath caught,
Box? Garbage?
I began crying again,
She responded by telling me to shut up,
And to stop acting like such a child,
I never forgot that,
How she just treated Box as if it was something meaningless,
And not worth anything,
When I had loved it so dearly,
Cherished every moment I had with it,
I just wish us humans,
Treated each other the same way I treated,
The Box.