Rummaging through a box found in the Attic
Through toys of yesterday and clothes mothballed
It set my mind adrift, and then ecstatic
I could float on all the memories recalled
My childhood games and treasured items, resulting tears
The memories of infancy and those high school cheers
The smells and feel of every item brought back the years
The sights, the sounds, and all the getting older fears
Each item in that box I found was something from my past
No wonder my emotions were intense and pretty fast
I sat in silence treasuring those moments when
And wished for just one day I was back there again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem