Something to Gain

It started with a box.

Left in that parking lot.

No one around. No one might stop.

But that box was special.

And soon some would see.

That box carried a story,

To make two become three.

All wrapped up and cozy,

She was tired and sleeping.

She was quickly scooped up.

And taken to Maoming.

Two people missed her.

She would never know who.

Two people wanted her.

So, to the US she flew.

Today she is loved.

She is cherished and missed.

And to meet the ones over there,

All of my life, I would give.

This poem is about: 
Me

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