A white dress,
A jewellery box,
A gold necklace,
Some stripy socks.
A silk bow,
Some ruby slippers,
An old saucepan,
That smells like kippers.
The dogs collar,
My first book,
A bread bin,
The photo you took.
That piece of cloth,
My engagement ring,
Some haribos,
An ornamental birds wing.
Memories,
Of times of strife,
Memories,
Of my old life.
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The jewellery box filled with special things A ballerina dances as my heart sings A little trinket my father gave to me When we laughed as I sat on his knee A medal I won, my how I ran fast These...
Don't look in the egg cup it's long abandoned curve lonely convex hollow where origin of birds was laid for soldiers dipping soft and warm and safe at Sunday morning sittings with juice and coffee...
One silver watch for the time you could'nt keep. With a battered face and an alarm that never beeps. One dusty notebook full of blank pages. I've filled them now, it took me ages.
#Household There is something locked safe inside a jewelery chest. Kept all shiney and clean only worn with the sunday best. A little gold charm bracelet with a few old stories to tell.
@VikingHorn #household A picturesque photograph, Everytime I see it it makes me laugh And think about all the good times weve had Forget about all things bad Its like being lost in a dream Makes...
#household. Hidden away. Each and every day. This jewelry box holds. Precious memories untold. It was made by my father. 13 years ago, maybe much longer. He made it for me. A red box with gold.
#household A jewellery box Without any locks Is not the place To keep your socks. Nor is it a place To keep a fox Or your grandfather clocks Or any amount Of igneous rocks.
#household @Irrational_Kimmi, you know Has one or two things to show So she gave us a flash And quick as a dash Something had started to grow!.
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