Ribbons

I have a box of ribbons
That I keep beneath my bed,
And when I start to feeling sad,
I look at them instead.
The oldest is the white one
Now tied up in a bow,
It once adorned a favorite dress
A long long time ago.
The softest is the red one
Made up of satin threads,
It once adorned a Christmas box
To me from mom and dad.
The richest one is lavendar
With bits of silver lace,
I still can smell the lilacs
These ribbons held in place,
These ribbons are my treasures,
In the box beneath my bed
And when I get to feeling sad,
I reach for them instead.
Maryann Blackmer

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