I Have a Box Full of Memories

In my mind, it appears as a black lacquered box with a crimson silken ribbon tied tautly around it. A short tailed bow smartly settled on its top. It reminds me of Mary Poppins carpet bag in so much as it's size belies it's endless depths, it's ability to hold large and small memories. A wonder, a Marvel for its capacity. Somehow, no matter what thoughts or situations I put inside it I will never reach the top. Closed, neatly tied and mobile, it is carried with me always.. at times it's a great joy and comfort to be able to look inside and pull out things I e placed within. Other times it feels like a rock chained to my person, too heavy to be able to move with.
A box is never just a box.