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Cherished Treasures

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


Cherished Treasures. Everyone has them. We may have a piece of jewelry we treasure, or we may have a letter we've kept. I have the pen-knife my father used, and I have the little ruby ring my great-grandfather gave my great-grandmother when she was just fourteen years old. My mother won a gold watch when she entered her 4-H project in a state-wide competition, and I gave the watch to my daughter last Christmas.

What treasures have you kept over the years? I have cards and letters from both of my parents and my grandparents, and I cherish them.

Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.


LaraOct7. (LaraOct7@aol.com)











 

A Little Treasure

By Doris (Toto38@aol.com)


She didn't live a very long time
Dying at twenty-seven
But my grandmother, Georgianna,
I'm sure went straight to heaven.


She had not much to leave her kids
They weren't a family of wealth
But somehow my mom found the back of her watch
That was left on the old kitchen shelf.


When mother left this worldly sphere
In nineteen-ninety-five
In her belongings was the watch fob back
That had kept gramma's memory alive.


Now I possess the watch fob back
From my mother's treasure chest
I'll give it to my granddaughter to keep
Before I'm put to my rest.


Doris (Toto38@aol.com)









 

Cherished Treasures

By Bob (C1ydeBunky@aol.com)


The treasures of a life
Are not in jewels and gold
The treasures are the memories
That come from things we hold


A cameo is lovely,
A diamond ring is rare
A photograph is often
A link to those who care


The tangibles remind us
Of people we have known
And things that in our childhood
Survived although we've grown


So as we go through life
We find the ways
To think of all the folks
Who've made our lives worthwhile
Throughout our days.









 

Cherished Treasures

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)


A GREAT BIG CHEST IM GETTING TODAY ITS COMING TO ME FROM SUCH A LONG WAY
WHEN IT ARRIVES ILL SAND IT SMOOTH
AND PUT SOME VARNISH IN EVERY GROOVE
ILL FILL IT WITH SOME TREASURED THINGS
LIKE BLANKETS AND CLOTHES AND JEWELED RINGS


IN LATER YEARS WHEN I OPEN IT UP
THE NOSTALGIA AND TEARS WILL FILL MY CUP
AS MY GRAND CHILD AND I LOOK INSIDE
OH WHAT TREASURES WE MAY FIND


GRANDMA MAY I HAVE THAT PIN
IT SURE WILL LOOK PRETTY ON MY BLUE LINEN
AND THAT PEARL NECKLACE OH DEAR ME
I SHALL WEAR IT AND THINK OF THEE


SO I TOOK THOSE TWO THINGS AND GAVE THEM TO HER
AS I SAID, TO ME YOU ARE MY TREASURE.....









 

Treasured Memories (True Story)

By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)


A pastel sketch of a husband and wife
Fresh and happy and young
In an old fashioned wooden, oval frame
Taken when the family first had begun


He is in a white starched button-down shirt
With a thin two-toned blue silk tie
She with her long hair piled on top of her head
And a certain twinkle in her eye


Who are these handsome people
And why do they look so fine
Are they someone famous or are they
Some very young relatives of mine


I turn the picture over
And undo the picture from the frame
I carefully remove all the small nails
To see if the writing will tell me the name


I see some familiar writing
Get the magnifying glass out to see
If the dates and the handwriting will tell me
Who this very special couple can be


Wedding date down in the corner
Faded and so hard to see
But the numbers seem so familiar
Do I know whose these dates would be


Of course, it is Ves and May in the picture
My parents, can it really be
I've never known them to dress so finely
Rented clothing for the picture I see


I feel a thrill as I study the picture
The eyes are the eyes that I knew
But the luxurious hair and creamy complexion
Seem to me to be entirely new


The picture lost for a lifetime
Just emerged from its long hideaway
As I go through the years of treasures
On this very sad funeral day


My heart seems to be lifted from sorrow
As I study the elegant two
And have a whole different take on my parents
And all the events that they must have gone through


They lost their first two born babies
The depression was bringing folks down
They had to live in very small walk-up
Located in the middle of town


As the years passed into the boom times
Two more girl babies did arrive
They raised them up the best they could
And lived and kept hope alive


I carefully put back the picture
Fasten it carefully with all the old brads
I'll hang it in a prominent setting
With the other pictures of mother's and dad's


Joy3032









 

Cherished Treasures

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)


Mom left her jewelry that I have tucked away.
Some of it I have given to my daughters as a remembrance of a bygone day.


My things someday they will received to keep as a remembrance of me.
When they are gone, I don't know where these items will be.


There are no grandchildren to pass them down to, for memories to stay alive.
I guess they will get thrown away, or a stranger will buy them if they survive.


I have a charcoal drawing of my Grandmother in a gold oval frame.
She was only in her twenties and wore a hair bow which was as pretty as her name.


I always liked her name, Addie, and would have liked it for my own,
But I was not named after her, why is still unknown.


We keep family treasures to remind us of what came before,
But in reality they are just objects that we keep and store.









 

Cherished Treasures

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)


It took me many years to learn this.
The most treasured thing is a kiss.
And I walked many a mile,
To learn another treasure is a smile.


Things you can't keep in a box.
Then protect with some locks.
A warm sunny day is a total treasure.
Anything that gives you pleasure.


Putting a kiss on a baby's belly,
Can turn your heart into jelly.
Down the aisle comes the beautiful bride.
Tears of joy you just can't hide.


Diamonds and pearls can lose their gleam.
Paintings aren't better than a dream.
All these are material things.
We are not Queens and Kings.


Of all the things you can find,
The best treasures are in your mind.
A soft kitten drowsing in the sun.
Of all my treasures that's just one.









 

Cherished Treasures

By Mike (Ibromantic2@aol.com)


IT IS MY SERENITY EACH TIME I SEE IT THERE
IT NEVER EVER BELONGED TO ME DON'T KNOW WHY I SHOULD CARE
I JUST KNOW IT IS A PART OF ME AS IT SITS UPON THE FLOOR
I DON'T REALLY SEE IT THERE AS I EXIT OUT THE DOOR


BUT WHEN I RETURN AND SIT UPON ON THE COUCH
IT IS ALWAYS THERE SMILING, A SWEET SPOT IN THE HOUSE
I KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO LAUGH AT ME WHEN I TELL YOU WHAT IT IS
A GROWN MAN SENTIMENATL OVER A TOY MEANT FOR KIDS


YOU SEE A FREIND OF OURS MADE IT FOR MY WIFE
AND GAVE IT TO HER AS A GIFT THE YEAR SHE LOST HER LIFE
JUST A CUDDLY RABBIT SITTING IN A ROCKING CHAIR
BUT IT MAKES ME HAPPY KNOWING THAT IT'S THERE









 

Framed Under Glass

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)


Some years ago I got online
Bored as I was with nothing to read
Fate brought me to the message boards
Each day I read and read
Since others were making comments
I decided to pitch right in
After all, I felt my two cents
was worth a comment or two ~


Before I knew it, I was hooked
Little did I know at that time
Something I would read -----
Would change my life forever
It was a poem - not just any poem
But a poem that tears at your heart
I knew then I had to know more
About the one behind that mask ~


At first I wanted to copy it
But since I was new at the board
I felt it was not proper, but
I did make a comment on it
However, since the poem was made public
I decided I was not stealing it, so copied it
I just had to have that poem ! ~


The poet noticed I posted a reply
He posted another one some days later
It was equally as sad as the first
I yearned to know more about
The one who hid behind this sadness
For it was tearing at my heart
Something I couldn't get out of my mind ! ~


We made contact and to my surprise
He sent me five more of his poems
For some reason, unknown to me
I copied and printed all of them
I have read and re-read these poems
Each one becoming sadder than the first ~


Since the pages became worn from handling
I re-typed them before they were forever lost
Still wondering about the life of this poet
These are my treasures - all seven of them
Which are framed and now under glass ~









 

Children's Art Treasures

By Diana (writerworks@live.com)


Before my hearing went
I used to lead nature walks
For kids in elementary school


Each year there was one teacher
Who asked her kids to remember
And draw what they liked the best.


I store these in plastic
And my heart swells elastic
Whenever I see them


A crayon drawing above
Short essay below
A 100% heartfelt with love


'Bold' eagles were always a favorite
The mis-spelling a good way to say it
Bald Eagles are bold it is true


They liked the frogs
And the beaver lodge
And the drawings of children


Reveal, they really are paying attention.
The one boy I just want to mention
A 'boys will be boys' kind of boy


Volcanic energy, erupting regularly
Who would have pegged him
For sensitivity?


His drawing, an eagle soaring
In a pure solid azure sky
Vibrating intensity.


Children reveal themselves
In their drawings
Get right to heart of the matter


Then we fill up their heads
With socialization
And out comes extraneous patter














         

 

 






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