'Treasure Box' Poem by Linda Winchell

While cleaning out my closet
I found that wicker treasure box, I've kept for you.
Where you placed your childhood art and notes to treasure
some of which, I sat and made too.

Your ribbons won from school olympic games
they may not have been first place.
But the joy they brought, was worth so much more
when I saw, that proud smile upon your face.

You would run each treasure to the chest
and lock it up tight and safe.
Adding each treasure as they were made
in your special Treasure Box hiding place.

I intend to give them all to you one day
If you want them all, that is.
But for now they will be my memories son
In the Treasure Box, of that time with you it gives.

Love Mom