MY MEMORY BOX

Tucked safely in the closet in easy reach to me
Is my memory box, full of good things to see,
Each one has a story, happy or sad to tell,
My special memory box has often served me well.

There is an old photo of me and my best friend
One of my dad, who loved me to the end.
There are things my children made when small
To others very little worldly value at all.

But each item is a treasure precious as can be
I wish I had started when I was young you see
Then my box would mean so much more to me
But still the children look as they sit on my knee.

The first granny square I knit, an pencil old and chewed ,
A scarf of silk hand painted, a picture badly glued,
A broken broach and necklace I cannot throw away
They do not have value but in my box they stay.

So start your memory box, add a memory or two
Then when something special happens to you
Place a memory in the box and you’ll gain
A different kind of friend and memories flame.

Bring it out when the day is sad and very cold,
Slowly look through your tresures and behold
All the small important things that are close to you,
And soon it will not matter if the day is cold and blue.

M Ann Margetson © September 29, 2000
2000/Mymemory
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