Such wondrous things that come to you from travels far and wide.
Trinkets and knick-knacks you keep somewhat near at hand,
and never too far from your side.

Throughout life's journeys, You'll check on them for fear
they'll be left behind.
Being of meaningful purpose that's remembered
whenever they cross your mind.

Naively not that you're rashly in love
although of them
your feelings are warm and kind.
Solely fond memories of notable times
ergo they're ne'er out of place
nor ever hard to find

'Tis odd you must hold onto them
whether your abode's
a fancy home or merely a shared cot.
You realize as long as they're safely tucked away
in the place of "Forget Me Nots"

You're strangely better off with them__
even if they're
all that you have or got.
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Copyright © Niyna DeSangre
            11172018



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