Treasure Box

by

Faye Hoffman

In my treasure box,
there are few things that I keep.
Sometimes I go back and look,
and these are the things that I see.

On top is a blanket that I crocheted,
for my first child,Melode.
The birth certificate of Nicole,
and her pink little babies ring.

For my son,the only one,
his first blonde lock of hair.
Black and white photographs,
of when he first came home with me.

Underneath that lies old newspapers,
telling about my best frends death.
Below that a three stoned mothers ring,
on top of an old love letter.

Digging deeper is my Highschool book,
still covered in plastic wrap.
A picture of my first best friend,
my diary,still locked,and no key.

There's grandmas worn out Bible,
full of family history.
Grandpas railroad watch,
still a beautiful time piece.

Coins tossed alongside antique stamps,
tokens from where I have been.
Scattered along the bottom of this box,
treasures,that could only mean something to me.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at YOUR HEART (Rictameter)
by: Delores Senkbeil
from: Sheboygan, WI, US

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