Treasure chest nested in the attic,
Covered with dust and filled with wonder
Locked in lies, sealed with secrets
How long can you remain dormant
Treasure chest golden framed,  wooden block
Draped with an old Afghan
The one my Nana made, with yarn that went on sale
It smells like must and it's coated with cobbwebs
linking my past to my
present
Treasure chest resting on the ragedy wooden floor
The floor I pushed you on, making one long scratch across the room
Leaving an arrow leading me to you
Treasure chest your memories are sweet, yet cruel
When I unlock your case and lift the hood
Shimmering Jade fills the room