Healing touch of cherished things

In quiet dim corners and drawers untouched, Lie precious things, much cherished and clutched, These cold inanimate things, just like a friend, Can ease our troubles, and ill feelings amend. Each memento and much used everyday things, Are something special, for the comfort each treasure brings. It's not just any old clock, that's revered, it's only that one. With its unique tick and tock, and familiar dial, homespun. That old worn chair there, bears your weary form, And imbues the calm balm of a massage so warm, That mug that holds your morning brew, Warms hands and heart with a ritual true-blue, It's the constancy and reliability that soothes the mood, That quells the angst of toils and trouble on which you brood. These inanimate things are like an old friend They're always there, when you need a mend. They're vital parts of your essential being's foundation, That meld your soul, heart, and spirit's conflation.