My Little Box Of Memories Poem by Fathimath Farha

My little box of memories,
Brimming with visions no on else can see.
My little chest of treasure,
Amassed with value that ruptures all measure.
I need it now, I need it not,
I’ll remember tomorrow which today I forgot.
Little trinkets and minute snippets,
Of my life’s few cherished trickles.
A whistle, a pen and a piece of paper,
What else does my little safe confer?

This tattered up shirt,
All messed up in dirt,
I tear a little as I stare,
At the piece of cloth that declares,
My utter foolishness before,
Oh, gone is that innocence galore.
You wouldn’t see anything else but this,
An unsightly piece of rag the least.
You wouldn’t see the times I had,
Wearing this shirt in a naive brag.
That this was the last thing I ever got,
From a father I’ve for so long lost.

I guess you can never tell,
From this little broken bell,
How priceless it truly is,
It once belonged to my dear Rickies,
He was strong and mighty loud,
Hefty to care for, but he was without a doubt,
The greatest friend I ever had,
The most loyal of all his packs.
Oh yes, he did rip my heart apart,
When my little dog breathed his last.

I’ve lost a few, and gained some else,
As I rummage through my life’s precious,
I realize this and nothing more,
That these years are gone yet still matters.
Hold your seconds close to you,
‘cause you should know they’ll never return.
Hold them tight and never let go,
Keep them safe in a chest for now.
Open the chest once in a while,
Recall the times with a smile.
Maybe let go of a teardropp or two,
But never bid your memories adieu.