Oh EW your poem got my juices flowing again. I just love it. You know there's a treasure box in that chest and I am going to tell you about it. It's a little bittersweet but it has a hidden message we all can learn from.

Gims, love the snake poem.

Hands, pull, save, lasting


The Treasure Box

The pull on the drawer was so loose and so worn
As she tugged at the old box inside
She pulled off the ribbon, she opened and found
Her picture as a young bride

She rubbed her hands, now wrinkled and small
And clapped them together with joy
As she picked up the hair, that was lying there
A lock from her own baby boy

What else did she save she thought to herself
Been years since I've added a thing
A flicker of gold and a memory told
Of her Grandma's old wedding ring

A picture of Joe on a Newspaper page
When they gave him a medal for War
And a little rosebud from her sister above
That she picked out especially for her

She found the old pearls and earrings
That Mother had passed down to her
She found the old key and remembered
Her owning her very first car.

She picked up a card from her father
"Oh yes, I remember this save"
She saw the old watch from her brother
She hoped to one day engrave

She picked up the cork from seventy six
Her first bottle of bubbly champagne
For 25 years of togetherness
When together they planned to remain

For sixty long years she gathered this stuff
Not only for her but her King
They lived a good life as husband and wife
she knew would it be ever lasting

She read the old poem that was glued to the top
You'll miss them when they are above
So today without fail, let your love prevail
Give a hug to that someone you Love

A smile crossed her face that time couldn't erase
As she remembered the hugs that they shared
So many each day in their own special way
That showed them that each other cared

His picture she placed next to hers as his bride
For today was a break in their chain
She added her treasure and put back the lid
And tied up the ribbon again