Your Jewelry Box Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lockets of love lie in your jewelry box, no longer worn
around your neck, pure and undefiled before, now just
lying there, forsaken tokens of my heart I'd given you
through the years.

Within the gathering dust of time, a velvet blanket that
they're settled upon is not matching their beauty like
when you wore them whenever we went out together.

Once celebrating our love, my dear, being separated now
from what we had throughout our lives, brings nothing
but tears and sorrow into the presence of my being.

Staring at the jewelry that once meant our love was
alive and well, now no longer able to be worn by you in
death and my tears are falling upon them.