My Toothbox
By Genevieve K
Where did it come from?
My toothbox is as shiny as a diamond glistening in clear water.
It feels as silky as a moth's wing.
The horse figurine on it seems to ride through strong gusts of wind and I imagine it crunching berries into jam.
I see my toothbox as a treasure box holding sapphires in my hand.
It whispers like a tree in the wind.
Did it come from Italy, France or China?
One thing I do know is I love it.
