Box of Treasures

The tattered old Cigar box
Brims with slips of paper
Put aside but never forgotten
A remnant of a loved ones legacy

Days turn to weeks speed rapidly to years
Painful loss so dear
flashes memories of times dear
Of flowers in spring, of rolling hills of tobacco

A menagerie of life, pets, plants, livestock, people
Whisks rapidly by, building images of pleasant times
The old farm house a testament of life and love
Of land so dear, now gone

Time depletes the pain
A renewal of life in the land
Revisits pleasant memories that spark
Curious attraction to the box and
Softens a heart ready to face the past

Each piece of paper a nugget of days past
Memories long forgotten rise again
As if its keeper is being lead
To rediscover a hidden script

Anxiety fades, exhilaration builds
An Ethereal revelation of memories
Constructed with each unique scrap
Entices the boxes keeper to search for meaning

Cryptic pieces of another’s life
Treasures passed to one who cares
To make things known
That were undefined
A mission of love and care begins