Besides the ordinary;
the drawers of socks,
the stash of belts and ties,
my beloved departed and
left me to sort through things
he’d left behind,
here and there,
tiny treasures can be found.
a pouch full of military medals
a pouch full of military medals
darkened with age;
envelopes filled with pictures
from days long gone to present;
a tattered little box
filled with very old pocket knives;
rings of keys
rings of keys
a number of wrist watches;
a handful of Canadian coins
perhaps enough to buy a sandwich in Alberta
a jar full of marbles,
not the ones he’d lost as a boy
but new to replace
the joy
there’s more treasures to be found
here and there
we just have to search
and we shall find.
2 comments:
KS, this is beautiful beyond words. So much love -- your lovely poems are tributes to a wonderful man, a wonderful marriage, and you, a wonderful wife.
(((((((((((humongous hugs)))))))))))))))
very good collection of the knives, i like it.
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swiss army knife
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