I collect things
Little things
They catch my eye
Something special
A piece of driftwood
Pulled from a cloudy swollen creek
I wonder where it had been before.
Shells, shark teeth, sea glass
And a shiny fishing hook
Found in Venice beach
A beautiful sunny day
A momento
A reminder
Of a perfect moment
A piece of sun
On a now cold day.
A silver cup
Antique find in a Carolina store
The lion so strong
Now filled with eucalyptus
A scent which brings comfort.
A shiny compact
Aquarius design
Holding a mirror and drying remains
Of a powder never used.
I see no use for much makeup
I wear no mask
I am myself,
This gift from a bonding moment
During chemo,
Given to be prettier
A makeup bag all given away
Because at the worst of time
I still had to be just me.
No wig, rarely a scarf
Just plain old me
And that made me happy.
But this silver box,
I had to hold it
Not given away
Something that is a reminder
Of that day
As I sat with Mom
Learning to apply makeup
To a red puffy swollen face
You see my mom,
Her zodiac sign is Aquarius
And this is my treasure
My reminder of a pure moment
Of mother daughter love
Through a hard time.
My gift
Kept close to the heart.

7 thoughts on “Treasures

  1. Ha ha ha. Actually, it seems some others have picked up on that and have enjoyed the yin-yang we have going. I’ll let OM know. I’ve appreciated the support. And I know this poem you wrote meant a lot to you.



  2. Thank you…I love your style of writing, it makes me ponder and think deep. Glad OM is letting you hang out in the manc cave, it’s almost like a point-counterpoint of personality. Love it.


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