© G.L. MacMillan.

She never had much; just what she could carry in a large suitcase or two. A long time ago she had received a large box with her few remaining childhood-items. That box has long since disappeared.

Then one day she had knick-knacks;  tons of pretty colored-glasses. They stand empty holding nothing but dreams of filling them one day.

She looks at the little girl with the heavily-used suitcase, filled with empty promises, tossed around from couch to couch. She clings to everything fearing it will all disappear just like that old box.  Sadly, there is always a missing old box.