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Three Boxes Of Tunes
by William Mae
12/24/04
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While I peaceful slept in slumber,
I was taken to a room,
Three boxes on a table,
Played the softest, sweetest tunes.

All was white inside this chamber,
Just three boxes and a light,
A light like none Iíve ever witnessed,
It calmed my fears inside.

No one needs to tell me,
What the boxes represent,
For Iíve always known the answer,
I kissed each box that had been sent.

The first box slowly opened,
There played the sweetest song,
My heart burst into gladness,
This tune was missing for so long.

The second box then opened,
With tears dripping from my face,
I laughed and clapped, as it was playing,
I thought those notes had been erased.

The third box opened slowly,
I shouted loud with hands in air,
The sound was so familiar,
I treasured all the music there.

I went back many times,
To listen to my tunes.
Overwhelmed with gladness,
As this music filled the room.

Then I looked at the first box,
Panic over took my heart,
The music there was dieing,
Slowly fading into dark.

I ran to the second box,
It was dieing too,
I cried in bitter weeping,
At the leaving of my tunes.

The third box sits there open,
Its music barely plays.
I sunk in tears of sorrow,
That itís wounded tunes displayed.

One box was my mother,
She was the sweetest tune,
Another for my sister,
Who had left me far to soon.

The third song slowly fading,
I cried deep with in my soul,
Another sister dieing,
Her song now playing low.

I awoke to violent sobbing,
Releasing feelings held so deep,
Reality kept them buried,
So they found me in my sleep.


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Angel Hare 24 May 2012
This was so very touching and heartfelt. An excellent poem, to say the least. It is just amazing,
Joyce Poet 26 Dec 2004
I recall my pastor telling me that the reason the Lord chooses the middle of the night to wake me with things is because that's when my consciousness is least able to get in His way. This world won't even allow us to mourn or grieve properly. May God, in His infinite mercy and perfect grace, embrace you wholly. I am so glad I found your writing. It's fantastic! You're very gifted, very blessed!
Barbara Thompson Young 24 Dec 2004
William, how beautiful and heart stirring! Your words drew me in..and I laughed, clapped and cried with you. Thank you for sharing today!
Lucian Thompson 24 Dec 2004
Beautiful and heartfelt poem.




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