Lost Child

I rest myself
Upon the shelf

So many seasons.
So many reasons.

Awaiting help
From someone else.

I see so clearly
And hold so dearly:

An empty box,
Clear sides.
One side:
A little boy is staring.
Another side:
A little mother glaring.
Another side:
A big bad father swearing.
Last side:
A little girl is daring.
Inside:
The lost child scaring
Inside the lost child:
Caring.