Crackerbox Home Poem by Kelly Boutin

There's a place where you don't have to be cold
inside a crackerbox home

I found you out under the carpet
I was using for the garden
You were the only one alive

You were cold but you didn't cry
I brought you home and fed you with a dropper
Used to moisten drying eyes

You slept inside a little box
Just like my baby chickens
Until you were big enough
To live inside my fish tank

But when you escaped into the leaves
I brought you back home again
One time I came to feed you
And you were long gone away.

My Skitter Scatter, tiny mouse
I think of you today
How lonely were you in your fish's house
That made you climb up and break out

I thought it was enough but I see differently now
We can't cling to our childhood
When it's already gone


There's a place where you don't have to be cold
inside a crackerbox home.