My chest full of drawers holds my life
Although, of drawers, it only has three
It contains all of the objects
That define the girl that is me
My watch to count the hours
My glasses to guide my sight
My pens to write my story
My lamp to see at night
My bible to teach me how to live
My baby blanket, with which it is covered
With its little glass knobs and craftsmanship
It embodies my grandmother
Since she is gone, this is what I have
My little night-side table of drawers
It is my representation of her
To cherish and adore
It holds my secrets
Those ones I've never shared
All of my unfinished letters
Because even now I know she cares
She is there to confide in
And helps me remember to believe
She encourages me to stay true to myself
And, of my pain, she does relieve
I wish she were still here, because I miss those days.