Memory In A Jewerly Box Poem by Ray Hansell

There’s a jewelry box I have
It’s like so many others
It was a gift years ago
From my now deceased mother

It has so many things inside
Rings, tie clips and money
But there’s one special piece
That I got from my honey

It is the most beautiful thing
My eyes have ever seen
So many times when I sleep
About this piece I dream

I keep it in a little pouch
So hands never touch it
I know that it’s for real
It’s not a counterfeit

People always ask me
What’s your most prized possession
Sometimes I almost slip
But I stop before I make a confession

Luckily I catch myself
Before I do reveal
Exactly what it is I have
I know it’s safer concealed

I keep it in my jewelry box
Under lock and key
Believe me when I tell you
It, you’ll never get to see


© 11-21-05/RJH