A memory box,
sits on my shelf,
filled with things,
that mean something to me,
that hit a special place,
in my heart.
There’s a teddy bear from my uncle,
I got on my birthday.
Two necklaces hand made,
from two girls I consider,
my own sisters.
A scrapbook,
filled with family,
and friends,
both here,
and gone.
There’s poems,
there’s songs.
All special to me.
All holding a memory,
I’ll never forget.
The only thing I can’t fit,
in my special memory box,
that’s most important to me,
is you.
That’s okay,
I need you around anyways!
~*~ Jill ~*~