He touched the little box still on the shelf,
Instantly remembering his eager visits to Grannies',
Recalling how much he’d missed her after each visit.
That’s when she had given him that little box
He’d later returned when he was 'to big’ for it.

‘Will it really work?’ he had asked
‘Honey, when I kiss your hand
And you put the kiss in your pocket
In case you needed it , does it work ? ‘
‘Ye-es' he had said, failing to see the connection. 

This little magic box works the same way. 
It's filled with my love, when you miss me,
Touch it and I’ll be with you, just as if I was hugging you.
Never, ever open the box!, the love will fly away.
You can't see 'love', you can only feel it.”

He sure needed it now. There are no kisses
Or magic boxes to make him ‘feel better’.
He’d always carry her love in his heart,
Treasure the times and the memories,
But he’d always miss his dear Grannie.

As a parent, he shares that special love with his children.
The ‘magic box’ and her presence is still with him,
As her empathy, love and magic is being passed on.
He now understands the loving legacy she has left him.
Love is the greatest blessing and everlasting gift of all.