My Treasure Chest

My treasure chest is slowly filling up Silly letters I wrote to my friends Not passed on to them,  Thinking, they know what they mean to me Maybe I should have, maybe I still will. First love letter from a lad in school Saying my eyes attracted him My smile and my sense of humour For the life of me his name escapes me. Love is so  fickle when your young. Sweet wrapper, cinema tickets, Tickets to the zoo, I loved that orang utan Boris was his name. He has since died. Photos by the dozen, family, friends, Places I have visited, a small poem describing each place. My first and last love's photos, letters, memories. Words written down just in case my memory fails. Memories of my university days, written down to remember Graduation as a staff nurse, photos with an enormous smile on my face Proudly wearing my uniform. Nowadays, its poetry I put in my treasure chest my words are where my life is portrayed One day I will be dewy-eyed in love again One day I will be a mother, then my treasure chest will be closed Will have living memories to look at, my life will be fulfilled Treasure chest - somewhere we store important phases of our lives