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
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013
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