Of Moments and Heirloom

My Precious Treasures

“I love those random unforgettable memories that make me smile, no matter what’s going on in my life right now” — Anonymous

That sudden drop of rain In my palm That flowed like river through me,

Seconds the book of poems converted to yawns unheard of thee,

Spotting that shady oak we found walking miles in sun, Corner of the street, Ice-creams and that Cola-man,

That word-less moment When we vowed for fun Eyes knowing, minds undone,

Oft, Opening lid of my mother’s Jar of pickle, Scent of her, unalloyed love tickle,

Of All the stones that prick the locker floor, My heirloom found in woven threads of her lore,

Moments of banter crushing on floor laughing, Jokes silly, binding minds in unsung symphony,

That Small paper piece ’Sorry’ crying crossed, Thinking all is lost after witless we fought — Still lies safe in that old cardboard box,

When A ’Thank you Note’ after we made up, from the corner peeks, Dreary eyed, but still remembers to smile at me —

Unpretentious moments Manifestations of un-words, Those small pastilles, adding value to become memories savoured….

Little things are the things that I look for, when I look for things, Precious treasures they are To my heart’s chargin’

Hold a little close if I may, Often ardent, at times carefree, Carrying with me when I cross the threshold one day —

Wondering, will they remember those rains, shines and me!

Author’s Note:

“In the little corners that we live in; in the lives that we have played a part in, we should be nothing but unforgettable” — Nesta Jojoe Erskine

Coming to think of precious treasure, for me they will never be ‘things’. Yes, I have/had a good lot of them, like many, but mostly lost in time. You out-grow your material possessions quickly.The bone-china which was your favourite, breaks and takes its leave, furnitures that adorned your rooms once, are replaced when out-of-fashion, even drawing the line to a car you once possessed or even the house you live now, can be razed to ground one day.

What remains are moments and their subsequent conversion to memories.So, hold them close, ‘cos you can be robbed of all your worldly fineries, but no one can rob you of you — your mind, heart, head, soul and the things they hold on to. So, go ahead and create a life of moments & memories in which you stay, even when you are gone.

But, all these decorated words are for poetry’s sake. My real precious treasures are the ones stitched with love, by my mother, amongst many which still resides in my cupboard and some in old sepia-toned photos which will be with me /us even when she will be among the stars and till I embark on that journey to meet her…..

Don’t worry, there’s still some time to go!😊

Thank you Trista Signe Ainsworth and your wonderful your-precious-treasures prompts that I always connect to and find myself drooling over the time I create these posts.Thank you Notes deserves all the appreciation and love it has come to receive!

Thank you everyone for stopping by and taking note!