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
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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