My Little White Box

Standing at peace on a shelf in my wardrobe

It's old, beautiful, all evil it blocks

It is small, round with yellowing swirling patterns

It is my watcher, my protector, my little white box

My tiny box is snowy with a silver diamond blinking at the front

Behind the diamond a small girl and her white rabbit pray

In front of a tall cross engraved with flowers

They stay awake looking over me everyday

I have had my box for as long as I can remember

No idea who gave it to me, It is full of mystery

It is rough and bumpy but lined with silver

My antique box is like my family history

It reminds me of my grandmother, worn-out and old

But protective like a guardian angel

It reminds me of my mother, sweet and kind

But underneath her kindness lies anger

What was white, is now grey

What was whole, is now broken

My box, guardian, my treasure