My Sisters Old Lunch Box Poem

Vintage Weathered Leather Satchel with Clasp on Wooden Surface Next to Cookies
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In the attic, tucked away,
A treasure from another day.
A lunchbox, old and worn,
Bearing memories, weathered and torn.
It once belonged to my dear sis,
A childhood keepsake, hard to miss.
With dents and scratches, a story to tell,
Of peanut butter sandwiches, and snacks so swell.
I remember her skipping to school,
With that lunchbox, so cool.
Her favorite cartoon characters adorned the lid,
A cherished possession, her lunchtime bid.
Inside, it held her little treats,
Delights that couldn't be beat.
A note from mom, with love and care,
And a juice box, a lunchtime fare.
Through the years, it served her well,
A trusty companion, a lunchtime spell.
But now it rests, in the attic's keep,
A reminder of memories, cherished and deep.
Though it's old and worn, it still shines bright,
With nostalgia's warm and golden light.
My sister's old lunchbox, a precious find,
A relic of the past, a memory kind.



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