a box of yesterdays

each yesterday
keeps piling up.
you save
them
in a box, by
the window
where you can
take each one
out and remember
it.
some are blank.
some are full
of hope
and love. in
others, there
is distress
and worry,
but for the most
part it's
a box full of
good stuff,
like
your son,
and friends
your pets,
lovers, and very
few regrets.