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TREASURE CHEST OF MEMORIES

I found a little chest today
Covered with years of dust
The hinges were bent and broken
The hasp covered with rust

I held it for just a moment
Then brushed away a tear
I knew its precious contents were
Treasures from yesteryear

The lid squeaked as I opened it
‘Twas closed so long ago
I lifted away some tissue
And saw Mom’s cameo

A glass ink pen of Grandma’s
Mom’s hanky, edged in lace
A beautiful jeweled hairpin
That held my hair in place

An old tintype of Grandpa
When he was just a lad
A bookmark with the Lord’s Prayer
That once belonged to Dad

A pressed corsage of rosebuds
That once was pink and white
A small dance card of autographs
From Senior Prom night

A younger brother’s Purple Heart
What anguish that had wrought
A pin that bears my old nickname
That a friend had bought

A celluloid ring and pendant
(Treasures my brother made)
Some charms my sisters gave to me
When I was in tenth grade

A narrow piece of ruffling
From my wedding dress
A 1940-D penny
(It brought luck, I guess)

Wee lovebirds from my wedding cake
In the box that held my ring
A beautiful golden locket
Now hanging from a string

Remembrance in a lock of hair
Carried throughout the war
By my handsome soldier husband
When he was twenty-four

Some precious little ringlets
In shades of yellow-gold
Mementos from my children’s hair
When they were one year old

Some love letters tied with ribbon
A valentine or two
Some cards the children made by hand
That say, “Mom, I love you.”

A treasured memory of my son
(A pin in blue and gold)
He bought it with some money earned
When he was ten years old

A pin my youngest daughter made
Twenty-eight years ago
And from the other’s light brown curls
A faded yellow bow

Each token tucked within the chest
Recalled a memory
The scenes were played across my mind
In stirring reverie

I closed my eyes in memory
Again, I dried some tears
Then closed the chest, and put it back
Where it had been for years

5/12/86 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVlec

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 TREASURE CHEST OF MEMORIES

 

I found a little chest today

Covered with years of dust

The hinges were bent and broken

The hasp covered with rust

 

I held it for just a moment

Then brushed away a tear

I knew its precious contents were

Treasures from yesteryear

 

The lid squeaked as I opened it

‘Twas closed so long ago

I lifted away some tissue

And saw Mom’s cameo

 

A glass ink pen of Grandma’s

Mom’s hanky, edged in lace

A beautiful jeweled hairpin

That held my hair in place

 

An old tintype of Grandpa

When he was just a lad

A bookmark with the Lord’s Prayer

That once belonged to Dad

 

A pressed corsage of rosebuds

That once was pink and white

A small dance card of autographs

From Senior Prom night

 

A younger brother’s Purple Heart

What anguish that had wrought

A pin that bears my old nickname

That a friend had bought

 

A celluloid ring and pendant

 (Treasures my brother made)

Some charms my sisters gave to me

When I was in tenth grade

 

A narrow piece of ruffling

From my wedding dress

A 1940-D penny

(It brought luck, I guess) 

 

Wee lovebirds from my wedding cake

In the box that held my ring

A beautiful golden locket

Now hanging from a string

 

Remembrance in a lock of hair

Carried throughout the war

By my handsome soldier husband

When he was twenty-four

 

Some precious little ringlets

In shades of yellow-gold

Mementos from my children=s hair

  When they were one year old

           

Some love letters tied with ribbon

A valentine or two

Some cards the children made by hand

That say, “Mom, I love you.”

 

A treasured memory of my son

(A pin in blue and gold)

He bought it with some money earned

When he was ten years old

 

A pin my youngest daughter made

Twenty-eight years ago

And from the other’s light brown curls

A faded yellow bow

 

Each token tucked within the chest

Recalled a memory

The scenes were played across my mind

In stirring reverie

 

I closed my eyes in memory

Again, I dried some tears

Then closed the chest, and put it back

Where it had been for years

 

 

5/12/86        Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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