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Box of MemoriesA treasure box in my hands I hold From my mother or so I was told A friend had held it in storage all these years Stashed away in a dusty garage shelf Till the day I became a mother myself Only then would I understand what it meant. A box Carved wood with a clasp of gold A beautiful piece in itself to behold But inside were treasures far beyond cost Because it stored memories of her I thought I'd lost Silk shoes, my first ever pair. A lock of her golden waist length hair. A glass box, holding my first baby teeth. Her wedding rings and the earrings she wore Even her wedding dress, which swathed the floor. My first dancing slippers And some of the clothes I wore as a nipper. Photo albums of us together Laughing, holidays on the beach The gold heart- shaped locket She wore round her neck Cards I'd bought, every year of her life, The poem she wrote for the day I became a wife This box,with its contents so grand Is all I have left of her Held in awe in my shaking hand The red rose ribbons tied round letters I wrote So many bundles she insisted she would keep Reading them through made me weep Her diaries, her books of poems Photo's of Granddad and Nan, a family life Pictures of her and dad as man and wife. The years of memories this box holds This is her life in here, Yet she is gone Taken far too soon And I am left here weeping in her room She collected these items over the years Knowing each one of them held a memory and a tear A thought behind each item stored But the finest treasure that I could see Was the love shown in filling this box for me 24th June 2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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