June 5, 2008
The Soapstone Box
He keeps his secret safe inside
a square soapstone box.
The leaves now dried,
long after she has died.
The cancer had her feeling tired.
He wanted her to feel better.
It was calm and easy with
The perfect poison she preferred.
Their daughters would never know.
Locked up tight,
Protected by the engraved lions might.
A flower from her casket,
His key to the secret untold.
Written for an assignment about a literal soap stone box from the Middle East.
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