The Box

Investigative Journalism & Public Policy Reform

To Elizabeth, on her 14th birthday

 

In a box under my bed, lies my baby.

In this box, a pink ribbon and hat.

In this box is a lock of her downy blond hair,

And her name carved in wood, painted black.

In this box are her finger and feet prints,

And a picture of her with my nose.

In the box are too few scraps of memory,

And the dried petals of a sweet rose.

 

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Photography by Loura Lawrence

In a different box under the ground, lies my baby,

With a stuffed toy and some warm clothes.

She is there, in the ground, my poor baby,

Safe now from the chill wind that blows.

There in the ground lies my baby,

Overtopped by a grey-stone rose.

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Loura Lawrence is a tireless, creative entrepreneur specializing in media, communications, and the arts. She holds a Liberal Arts degree in English with a background in photojournalism, and is passionate about education, public policy reform, and women's issues. www.RamblingSoapbox.com

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4 thoughts on “The Box”

  2. Fourteen years later tears still rise for a life not fully lived and for the broken hearts of those I love so much. I love you both deeply and will never forget the beautiful life that you brought into this world if only for a short while. I know we will be overjoyed to one day see her again. You will always have my heart ❤️

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