<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Waiting for the box.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Submerging her best China in the box, <br>she sensed she'd never see it, from that day.<br>Condemned to languish with her summer frocks<br>in dusty attic corners, left to fray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wondered who would find them when she'd gone, <br>who'd marvel at the history within? <br>Or would their interest lay more upon<br>the newspapers which they were wrapped up in? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These fragile treasures, swiftly stored away<br>lest children's fingers carelessly may roam.<br>The next time that they see the light of day, <br>she'd probably be living in a home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stopped, she smiled and giggled to herself...<br>then plopped that China back up on the shelf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hola+Mentirosa">Hola Mentirosa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410283" data-title="Waiting for the box. de Hola Mentirosa" data-description="Submerging her best China in the box, she sensed she'd never see it, from that day. Condemned to languish with her summer frocks in dusty attic corners, left to fray. She wondered who would find them when she'd gone, who'd marvel at the history..."></div> </div> </div>

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