While searching in the dusty
dark
My eyes could clearly see
Way in the back behind a chair
Looking worn from lack of care
The sight amazing me
A magic box of wood and brass
The lock forever cracked
I opened it quite carefully
And then was quite amazed to
see
The items neatly stacked
Among the faded photographs
I was surprised to find
Some childish drawing saved with
love
A single silky silver glove
Knickknacks of any kind
Some letters in a satin bow
From someone named "Your Jim"
A yearbook from a junior high
I flipped the pages with a sigh
For she had circled him
I sifted through the memories
For just a minute more
And then I closed the heavy lid
The memories once more are hid
And I walk to the door
I looked upon my mother
My heart filled with surprise
Her childhood trunk held magic
still
It took me to her past until
I saw her with new eyes
(c) "Amalthea Celebras"
K.C. Fahel 8 May 1996