Turn into found things,
You've given me tons,
Rocks and Dimes,
Keys and lockets with no pictures,
little things that mean nothing to someone,
but to us they're treasure.
Memories,
filled to the brim with loving memories.
A box filled with our treasured found things,
sits a circle of amber,
Don't know how it ended up in your possession,
but you said as you put it in my enclosed hand,
"Keep it safe".
So this day and age,
I kept it.
In a drawer filled with lost things,
Which are found things.
Thank you for teaching me.
Reading to me.
And loving me.
