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#household. One day I'd like a fireplace. To place the only memento I've got. A beautiful Victorian fireplace. Upon it I would sit a clock. A clock given to my grandfather.
#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. An unusual gift. From a dear friend of mine. Wrapped in tissue. And a bit of twine. When I opened you. I didn't understand. You were very plain. Not ornate not grand. You came all the way.
#household There was an old bracelet, Lying around my room, Waiting to be worn out, Will it have to wait soon.
It sits there, on the mantle The penny kitten. My ma, bought it on Wednesday At the market, in town.
She sat in a corner Where the dust was building high, She'd seen a lot of days and nights come passing by, The only light that shone was from one window in the room, Everything else around her was...
The little string of ocean Lies coiled upon your desk, The delicate clasp undone As it fell from your neck Forming swirls and loops As if a signature, The new one you have used For thirty odd years.
When I was 4 I remembered my grandad Rick, he used to read me bedtime stories , tell me jokes and all that. He used to say ' if you do discover something, find the possibilities of the way back'.
The doll stands in my wardrobe A sentry to the years, As a babe in my dear mother's arms To my angsty, teenage tears. She once held pride of place In my ever-changing world.
When I was very little, my beloved nana gave me a brown teddy bear. He wears a green sweater with a one big pocket in the middle on the front that's open on both ends.