Her room is now empty, no longer here The mother I love and hold so dear She has moved out, into private care home In this big empty house I now live alone In her vacant bedroom there is a Jewelry box On the table are her old winter socks I open the box and take a peek inside Trinkets and bracelets fill me with pride Inside the box I find letters from her past From dad saying our love will always last Written in the 1940s he spent many years at sea He fought for his country in the Merchant navy So personal she kept them all these years Her whole life in this box brings me near to tears Her memories may be gone in Dementia she is lost I will forever treasure her life in this Jewelry box