My Treasure Box
My treasure box may never
behold
precious metals like
silver and gold,
It's contents are simple
worthless to most
but still I'll cherish
until I grow old.
My mother's voice
on an old cassette tape,
I listen as I journey
to work every day.
A butterfly pin made
only of brass,
that once was my Grandmother's
way back in the past.
To the world they're worthless
but for me a treasure,
no price tag attached
mine forever.
My Grampa's poetry every
verse he wrote,
though the lines have faded
I remember them so.
My treasure box may be simple
it's true ,
filled with gifts from the heart
and memories too.
The things that matter most
in this life,
can never be bought
no matter the price.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 06/28/2014
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
My Treasure Box
My treasure box may never
behold
precious metals like
silver and gold,
It's contents are simple
worthless to most
but still I'll cherish
until I grow old.
My mother's voice
on an old cassette tape,
I listen as I journey
to work every day.
A butterfly pin made
only of brass,
that once was my Grandmother's
way back in the past.
To the world they're worthless
but for me a treasure,
no price tag attached
mine forever.
My Grampa's poetry every
verse he wrote,
though the lines have faded
I remember them so.
My treasure box may be simple
it's true ,
filled with gifts from the heart
and memories too.
The things that matter most
in this life,
can never be bought
no matter the price.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 06/28/2014
