Treasure Island

David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

Hope


Sitting on the bed they once shared
The old man opened an old shoe box
He kept on the wardrobe floor.
Inside were the memories of a
Past life, a past love. He opened
The box and tenderly ran his hand
Over the photographs selecting one.
A face stared back at him, a young face.
Smiling at the camera with kind eyes.
He picked up the wedding ring and
Looking at it and kissed it gently.
The bracelet he bought her on her
Last birthday twinkled in the morning
Light, and her watch, the strap now frayed.
He put them all on the bed next to him.
More photos’ brought back memories
Of days gone by, happier days, fond days.
He looked and the last photo of their
Wedding day and blinked a tear.
The box was empty but for one thing.
A glow at the bottom of the box that
Was hope.

Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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  • Valsa George (5/14/2013 9:44:00 PM)

    The concluding line has given an extra sparkle to this memoirs of sad thoughts! ! A moving write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Cosmic Dreamer (5/12/2013 11:39:00 AM)

    We are all born as blank DVD's just waiting to record a lifetime of memories... Your poem made me smile... Thank you... (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (5/11/2013 10:59:00 AM)

    Good memories are the seeds of our heart that always blooms with the sense of having love within our reach!
    Beautiful write! (Report) Reply

  • Joan Smith (5/11/2013 6:03:00 AM)

    This poem captures the thoughts of someone who has lost some very precious to him. Lovely (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (5/10/2013 9:45:00 PM)

    Hope is the ray which inspires us to fight all the oddities of life. Marvelous! (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (5/10/2013 10:38:00 AM)

    Ah yes all that was left in Pandora Box was hope and in the end its all we have our home and maybe our dreams. What a lovely sad poem about loss but so optimistic. Thanks for sharing BB : O) (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/10/2013 10:06:00 AM)

    though the poem has dark patches of past, the memories of past is a joy of present, powerful imagery 'shoe box' 'empty box' and finally the concluding line the protagonist of the poem Mr David wonderful writ to ease the pain of lost nice =1 (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (5/10/2013 9:17:00 AM)

    a glow at the bottom of the box is the hope...a striking line..i love it, like it.....very nice... (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (5/10/2013 6:30:00 AM)

    A beautiful write, telling a life story full of emotion. How important these memories are. Thank You David (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (5/10/2013 5:58:00 AM)

    Very touching and sentimental write.
    Softly layered and you ended on a positive note. (Report) Reply

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