Top Shelf daisiesnfld: Top Shelf . Closet shelves are for memories stacked neatly in boxes of old photographs and love letters from long ago. I sat down today and began the task of shuffling through boxes, discarding the oldest of which I'd long forgotten and those which still had keys, threw away their locks. . The shelves were dusty, the boxes ancient but the memories were still there, at least for most. Those photographs with autographs held for the most part at least a host. I kept those, perchance one day I might remember. Setting these aside, they would rest on the bottom shelf. . Trinkets and mementos, locks of hair and ribbons and bows, a movie ticket stub and a receipt to a circus show. A gentleman's hanky that held my dried tears, the pressed petals of a rose. Neatly arranged with loving care in a time I laughed easily and often, and then donning a winsome smile I leaned back and closed my eyes..briefly reliving the sound, the touch the smell even..I would find a place for them as well. . But now the oldest box, quite tattered with age and yellowed from time I found. At the very bottom of the closet, wrapped tightly in plastic and labeled 'do not destroy', I cradled in my hands. All these years, and here he was. Unchanged, vivid as ever. Alive to me still. Top shelf. . DaisiesNfld | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |