by Jasmeet Brar

Dolphins riding the waves,
deep indigo waves, a scene caught in time
perched atop this little box
a personal haven in a boisterous world.

A fragile little trinket that says,

"Come share with me, friend."
Soft, pudgy hands wrap around this
small blue box which is more than a box.

The welcoming air whirling around this
holder of thoughts, of secrets, of dreams.
Sparkling squares throw colors in the light.
My big, brown eyes follow each carefully sculpted contour.

Sitting on a nighstand as the
sun and moon take turns filling their posts
in the sky many times over,
this little box longs to be opened
as the tulips longs for morning so it can blossom.

But now, moonbeams
shine on this little blue box and long to
mingle with the secrets within.

Congratulations to Jasmeet. She was a runner-up in Writing magazine's Treasured Objects Contest. Students wrote about their favorite things in such insightful and powerful ways. Check back for the next two weeks to see more runners-up.