'Valued Memory' Poem by Linda Winchell

Funny what we once felt was junk
So very long ago.
Has now somehow a deeper value
Than it did for us… once before.

Like the metal roller skate keys…and our Tinker toys
Old stuffed sock monkeys… and teddy bears.
Wasn’t then worth… what it is today
No one really back then… seemed to care.

Now here we are…possibly repeating the same as then
With what we discard today…worth…may one day be.
And not just junk in someone’s basement
But a treasured… and more valued of memory.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009