the shoebox by wordsmithwannabe He unties the aging string around the shoebox marked “Son,” gently thumbs through Polaroids, breath catching with each tender moment: frogs, caterpillars, muddy feet, handfuls of plucked grass falling like snow; each blade of green in the boy’s chubby fingers a reason to smile. They must have grinned a thousand times that day. Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 15-Jun-2012