the box woven together and hinged at the top filled by memories and crazy little thoughts presented with a timid smile... to the one for which it was made. passing on the memories, handing it over that day. a smile now seen the gift was a hit a gentle hug... a delicate kiss. a tree made this possible. with its life this was made and in its spot the happiness will start. from the mind it was thought and from the heart it arose. from the hands it took shape and with time it will grow old. the notes will continue to arrive with one coming each day filling the box slowly... as the memories tick away protection is given, when you tightly close the lid protecting the memories saving what is held within. - Liquid Steel [01.22.2001]   [[ back ]]