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I have a box upon my shelf
Containing precious reminders, of life's wealth
My very first bible, I got when I was nine
The very first book, that was just mine!
A plastic cameo, my mother had
And wore in 1958, when she married my dad
A purple painted rock, made in pre-school
By one of my brothers, because he thought it was cool
A poem my sister wrote about petting a mouse
And memories of growing up in our drafty old house
Coins from foreign places, gifts from "adopted" children, who called me mom
While attending the college where I worked, now they've graduated and gone
A blue visitor's pass, from the ICU
I wore everyday, while God healed my mom, thank YOU...
Stained and crumpled letters, from war zones, afar
Words written there, the most treasured so far
Words, longing for home and things to change
And for another chance, to help rearrange
To convince people to throw out things that mean the least
Making room inside their chest, their heats, for peace
Now, I have a few things that really shine
And enjoy the bling, wear them from time to time
But they just hang around, here and there
If I didn't have them, I wouldn't care
Before this life of mine is through
I may add to my box another thing or two
But, these treasures I keep upon my shelf
No one would want, except myself....