Little time capsules lie hidden,
beneath the turmoil of passing life.
Tiny mementoes laid down,
by strangers that passed this way.
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Those little things mean so much, don't they, David. On the subject of little reminders I have a long hank of golden-blonde hair, wrapped in tissue and carefully stored, along with home-made Christmas cards and school reports.... a precious memory of something long past but never forgotten. Thank you for this lovely poem, David. Love, Fran xxx
Wonderful isn't it, looking at these things, an old cigarette package, an old dress, jacket, or an old chair tossed away in a corner. They were owned, possibly treasured by someone in the past. As a poet you would leave beautiful poems as momentoes and your literary verse would live on for years and years to come....... with your name attached. MARVELOUS! ! ! ! ! ----Melvina----
You know sometime you do think who has been in this spot before, a roman maybe stood in this very spot, history all around...10