My Lost Treasure

“If someone handed you a box with everything in it- that you had ever lost, what is the first thing you would look for?” At once, I stirred with opened eyes! The doorbell rang- I left my bed for the front door- found a surprise on what the big box label said. “Here's everything you've ever lost- inside this box for you to find!” My years of searching with exhaust- will now relax my worn-out mind. At once, I chose which loss hurt more; a treasure gone- no more to hold- held dear from many years before; a sheaf of papers, worn and old. My father's poems- never eyed all through the years that he was here; found only after he had died- and reading them brought on a tear. For then I knew- I'd carried on his gift for writing poetry- and even so, with years now gone, his talent lives and grows in me. And now, I have them once again- no longer searching where they went. No matter where, the why, or when; they're back with me, now heaven-sent!