The Secret Box
“What’s the key for?”
“Mommy’s special key. I will show you one day.”
One day never came. Now fresh from mom’s funeral, I head for where she hid her box. The box contained an old-style telephone, crayons, picture of a man and a Menorah.
At the bottom of the box was a letter written in her neat script.
This box contains my childhood Menorah, my father’s picture, the crayons your sister, Barbara slipped on with a little help from your dad and the phone I conked your dad with, just before he “FELL” down the stairs behind her.