My Little Box

I have a box.
It isn't very big.
But it holds so very much.
You cannot see my box.
It isn't something you can touch.
But if you ear my love.
You'll find a piece of yourself there.
In my little box.

My box is with me everywhere.
It never leaves my side.
I'm collecting all sorts of things.
Treasures of my memories.
And every night I peak in side.
I love to see the wonders of
My tiny little box.

The world could fit inside my box,
If I'd make time to see it all.
But I'm afraid my love of home,
Might make that a little difficult.
Still there are different places I can go,
When I look inside my little box.

It isn't very wide or deep,
It has no shape or size.
I mostly have it in my dreams,
It contains everything I love.
It has a compartment
One just for fantasy.
My vocabulary hides away,
In this little box of mine.

It doesn't have a key or lock,
It hasn't ever closed
It holds my curiosity
And I think it has my nose.
My inner child took it one day,
And placed it in my little box.

You might be wondering where it is,
This lovely little box of mine.
I keep it snuggly fitted in,
The far back corner of my mind.
My tiny little memory box.