Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Uncle Eddie's jewerly box

Their it sits.
Its owner long past gone.
What does a man do
With a jewerely box.
to him
Was it not
A thing of importance.
Like football,
Or crochet.
I remember the fruit cakes too.
He was one of them
They thought..
But I knew different.
The ladies at the nursing home,
Loved him.
So strong
And gentle,
And kind.
Then she came,
Long admired from a far.
Now they are one
Together and apart
One day,
join him
She will.
Never to depart.
And I will have the memories
And the jewerly box.