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Cardboard box
I found a cardboard box
In the basement
Defiled by the puppy
But somehow graced.
Memories here
Memories there
But mostly
A profound sense of
Grace offered
And grace lost.
Mom as my teenage princess
In front of a castle
Since demolished.
Myself in the pose
We take back.
I see the cascade
Of diamonds
Or cubic zirconium
That partitions one's life.
Diamonds, Debutants and Decolletage
Rule a mother's life
But the
Life of the father
Is hidden
By choice
And by chance.