Tiny trinkets tucked away
Inside a secret
treasure trove.
Melted memories
much more dear than
Precious jewels or
pirate’s gold.
Seldom viewed, but
when renewed
The memories
enchant the heart
To curve the
wrinkle of a smile
More prized than
any work of art.
Some may mock or
minimize the
Value placed upon
this prize,
The worth viewed
only through the eyes
Of sweet
remembrance.
A loving face, a
fond embrace,
The touch, the glimpse
of silk and lace,
A distant thought
of time,
A place of
Joyful
happenstance.
Fondest dreams are
made of these
Small trinkets. I
recall with ease
The nook where
each one called to me
To leave a lovely
memory.
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