The largest dresser, in the drawer on the bottom
The boxes stacked neatly on the closet floor
Places filled with items, some yellowed and musty
Leftovers, from a time long before
Every now and then we search for and peruse them
The old, worn and frayed, the tattered and torn
Memories of past times, the good and the bad ones
Some make us laugh and some make us mourn
One day we may find the strength to go through them
Purge some of the junk, yes, surely we will
How will we choose those which still hold the power?
To take us to a place where time seems to stand still
These things are left over from days of our lives
Moments that will never return
Unless we relive them by basking in the memories
Things that reveal stories that make our heart yearn
For a time or a place, or a person we long
As we study these treasures we cache
Memories kept alive that might otherwise fade
If we merely threw them out in the trash
By: Lisa
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