The Memory Box

The days of my youth is over, but I have stored my memories in a memory box. Today I opened the box, so carefully and looked inside, there at the kitchen table, sat my dear grandma having her morning coffee, I said hi grandma she said Jimmy Foulk so glad to see you, do you want some breakfast? I said sure, and we ate until we were full, grandma I love you so, but have to go now, see you on Sunday. I walked down the street on East Street in Grinnell Iowa, and there on the front porch, was my dear old shep the dog who I loved so tail wagging, he greeted me, kissing my face like never before, and I hugged him like I had never hugged a dog before, uptown at Rexall Drug store, I saw a nine year old boy who I knew was me, I said hi son, any good comic books? The boy said sure, this one is real good, I looked him over knowing that this boy had a life time of growing up, said my goodbyes and left, opened door to memory box, and left knowing that there would be other days to visit my memory box. wrote 8-3-08