With inner child,
I rummage through an attic.
Boxes line corners unlabeled
Shadows from window lead inquisitive mind.
Low and behold,
a time capsule I find
filled with memories sacred.

A cigar box reproduction of a treasure chest
painted gold is filled with toys
only child could understand.

A few MARBLES are indications of wealth
where coins were used
to trade for valuable objects.
A SPINNING TOP the key to open portals where
freedom became reality.
A collection of COWBOYS AND INDIANS
resting together both sides in truce
after years of battle.
A FEATHER filled with magic to make one
fly in dance gracefully like birds.
green and red JAX AND *****
that was company on rainy days.
A SHELL that held secrets when brought to ear.
And a good luck CHARM
fitting in child’s hand that held many a wish.

The best part of its find was that it sat on a MAGIC CARPET used to travel across galaxy with fairies
when nap time was instrumented by mom.

Me thinks I feel a senior moment
coming on now where nap calls.
Let the journey begin.