Inside this little locket of mine I keep all my memories of old
childhood laughter shared with siblings, smiles of mom and dad
upon a floral bed of written words,  a scribbled diary of gold
holding the treasures of a well lived life, a quiet story of youth  
Inside the ocean of my mind swims the history of my days
high school dances  that never were and dates that never trailed  
sober with imagination I lived inside this tick tock amulet of mine
making up stories that brimmed with life and always kept time;
I danced with every star, and waltzed with every dusk lit moon
inside my room I was a trapped butterfly longing to be set free
and then the day came when love met me and I flew away
to a land of greener pasture where my heart could finally sing
A cameo, a broach, an heirloom of old, keeping me alive
that is what my heart is, this is how it feels, as I grow old
inside this little locket called my heart I keep all my memories    
although my youth has slipped away like yesterday's flurries,
I keep each memory inside my trinket heart, all heart and soul
arteries and vessel, all  pumping with life and all, very good.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021