The Jewelry Chest

The dull silver locket, that holds in its pocket

A picture of grandparents so loved

Fond memories of childhood, of laughter and baked goods

They’re watching us now from above

The pearls from the mother, who loves like no other

But sometimes forgets things she knew

A so sad reality, a monster of cruelty

A smile for a memory breakthrough

A cross from a brother, a charm from the other

Sibling love in the trinkets shines through

A chain from an old pal, not seen since we were gals

A forty year friendship renewed

An angel wing of gold, the memorial it holds

Of a best friend who’s taken too soon

A now broken family, with nothing but memories

Of a woman so loved, and so mourned.

In a chest aged and worn, its glaze frayed and torn

Lay the memories of life new and old

A box filled with riches, their real value which is

More precious than silver and gold