Sensations: A Poem

With great anticipation,

Hands upon the prize;

Grasping firmly, feel the shape.

Inhale the scent,

Gentle shake;

What wonders lie within,

Waiting to be unfurled?

Carefully break the seal,

Venture to open within.

Again, the scent, ah,

The scent, the memory.

Visual delights by the score,

So much wonder lies in store.

Feel the texture,

Smooth and slick.

Select carefully,

Choose the best.

Remove it from its lair,

Though loathe to use it.

Paper waits

To record the feelings

Pulled from life.

Is there any sensation

More memorable,

More capable of

Transporting us back to youth

Than a brand-new box of crayons?