“Souvenirs”
Souvenirs
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
The odd things we hold special in old age.
A old box filled with simple gifts.
Shiny stones from the Big Surf.
Sea shells from the coast of Europe.
Many photo books from the past.
Last book my father read.
Old silver dollars father’s collected.
Father’s silver stars from the Korean war.
Souvenirs of the heart.
Held safely away for us to touch in private.
Pictures of beautiful girls who are not forgotten.
Photos of kids who have their own now.
Grandma’s personal diary and her bible.
Grandpa’s old newspapers he held with honor.
Letters written to me when I was away in faraway wars.
Each of us have our souvenirs.
They become leftover things to make us remember faces and kind words.
I wonder what will happen to my trinkets?
I took my elders memories and store them in simple box.
They are precious items to my old heart.
I tell the young. Take something from the people we loved.
Souvenirs of the heart are needed when we need to gain strength from old words
and good memories.
Coyote
This is a really poignant poem that touched my heart. Old things are not just souvenirs of the heart, they are souvenirs for a lifetime and for the generations to come. Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece.
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Thank you Stargaze. I appreciate the comment.
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Very true, the safe keeping of memories and loves. Thank you John.
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Thank you for reading and the kind words.
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You’re welcome, John. You’re always appreciated, my friend.
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LOVE this.
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Thank you. One of my favorites.
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I love this!! so true and tender, thank you, Michelle
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Thank you Michelle for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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I often think of what my kids will do with my souvenirs. Nice post.
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Me too. Important things to us. Had less value to the family.
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