My Treasure Chest

A Poem by Calvspw

A look into a mothers treasure chest

My Treasure Chest

To Shakeysphere for a challenge.

My Treasure Chest

It’s buried deep beneath the sea
In it, are memories, filling little jars
When you look into these jars

You see a bunch of,
Dreams all the what ifs and
What could be?

It holds pictures, and news paper clippings
Of the Baby with skin of copper like his father,
Eyes dark as coal.

Please don’t open the jar Marked
Torsten David, for the cries,
Will escape rushing to his mothers ears

There’s a baby book of blue for Patwin,
A pink one for Dessira’ Too.

There are locks of hair and hospital bracelets,
Foot prints, & finger prints.

Special toys, the very first one an Elephant of blue,
When you wind him up he sings “You are my sunshine”.

There are dreams of lovers,
All the Happiness that should have been.
All the joys this family should have shared.

I locked them all away,
Trying to go on holding on
To whispers, voices in the shadows.

Tucked them away,
To bring out as the time fades,
Hoping the pain will be less.

Trying to keep the cries
From seeping to this Mothers ears.

I thought time would help heal,
But I can’t help but wonder,
How would this copper skinned boy look as a Man?

by Calvspw

Author's Comments:
"This is actually whats in a chest in Germany, that I asked my husband to send me but he still hasn't after 20 years. I wonder if he still has it like he says he does or if he lost it in all his moves."