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.
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
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)
Hope is the ray which inspires us to fight all the oddities of life. Marvelous!
This poem captures the thoughts of someone who has lost some very precious to him. Lovely
A beautiful sentiment was left at the end just like the last thing in the box.
The concluding line has given an extra sparkle to this memoirs of sad thoughts! ! A moving write! !
Oh! So lovely, David! A very touching poem to see one living in memories and hope! GREAT!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a glow at the bottom of the box is the hope...a striking line..i love it, like it.....very nice...