Sitting upon a dresser
A small, tiny box
Contents are delicate
Memories and thoughts
I glanced at it with pride
My baby girl inside
I look at it and reason I try
While wiping tears from my eyes
The time it goes so slow
Yet steady and fast it seems
The dreams we had are fleeting
They ripped at the seams
I lost a piece of my heart
In that box upon the dresser
I left a part of me
My touch can never caress her
I longed for that box
So to have a physical grasp
I never would have thought
I would talk to a tiny box
Mommy and Daddy love you
More than the sun or air
With this tiny box around
We'll always have you near
I hold to it tonight
So tight...
That tiny box was worth the fight
Written by: Ashley Ruebin
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