Grandpa had a basket
Of mementos
He used to look at
All the time
Little things
With great meaning
Accumulated over ninety years
Were in that basket
Before his stroke
Grandpa used to read us a letter
From the President
It was the basket's prize
Every visit
Every time
Every chance
He showed us his treasures
Our letters
Our pictures
Our postcards
Were not in Grandpa's basket
Not until he went
To the home.
After Grandpa died
Mom told us
About the basket's additions
Grandpa wanted
Our letters
Our pictures
Our postcards
With him at the end
Heartfelt words
Long since sent
Treasured a lifetime
It took
So little time
So little effort
So little care
For us
To create emotion
Sustaining forever
Our marriage has its own treasures
Locks of hair
Slides of Montmartre'
Sanibel seashells
Caribbean coral
Grandma's fur collar
Most of our keepsakes
Fit in a basket too
©Carole D. Bos
Marriage Is A Balance Beam