Hidden In A Box of Simple Joy

Box of Simple Joy
Hidden In a Box of Simple Joy

Hidden In A Box of Simple Joy


My family packed my history away

in boxes hidden deep in dark storage

away from me when I needed courage

where life was stored for more than just a day.

Now hardships fill my inner space with fear,

no art and craft supplies to bring a smile

to ponder collections for quite awhile

to look upon my trinkets with a tear.

A mountain seems to block my way to these,

a thread to connect me to a lost toy,

small items, mementos of time well spent.

Though one should live for now the past will please,

my needles thread is ready to employ

to pause the colors of my discontent.


What worlds are hidden in this box of joy?

A nutcracker missing his lower jaw,

a lonely plush bear holding out his paw,

a rustic saddle from an old cowboy.

Another Faberge that I collect,

an ornamental piece like my poems,

a simple tonic used to cure doldrums

a moment in our lives where we reflect.

So many years delicately painted

on hand stretched canvases a few feet tall

or Dreamcatchers display of Cat’s Cradle.

These worlds that I become reacquainted

with, healing powers strong enough for all,

these boxes contents strewn upon table.


This sewing kit I’ve had since I was young

has patched so many holes it would seem old

and kept us clothed when outside seemed so cold,

my son’s patched shirts still starched, recently hung.

The many multicolored buttons saved

in jar that I would pour out upon bed

to place in categories in my head

then safe in bottle where they are enslaved.

“But why would you help me unbox my things?”

Yet know this way, an act of deep felt love,

to except curiosity and help.

To find “forty red, white, and blue shoestrings.”

These items I would never get rid of

like strong ocean waves hold onto kelp.


Among the crafts I hid ancient spearheads

from native tribes who roamed the Great Southwest,

of certain tribes that stuck out from the rest

along with owls in macrame and beads.

A reminder of my interest in past

for some reason my mind always forgets

when Dad and I would sit and string our nets,

a strategy to make these memories last.

When boxes finally can see the light

and contents brought back to the front of life

the joy will be in sharing with a friend.

Some things were made to not keep out of sight,

the colors in a well used palette knife,

a work of art that made my heart transcend.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

Things have changed over the years. My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished two collections of poetry "Six Years of Service" and "The Rhyme of the Ancient Middle Class" both available on Amazon and plans for more. I share a weekly poem for TCE every Saturday. I started work on my first novel and I am using TCE to share my progress as I go. I share new excerpts of this work every weekend. A Science Fiction novel that I hope is enjoyable to read. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

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