the thing I
love most about
my mom’s room
isn’t the huge bed
or the cool air.
it’s her hope chest.
I like to
open it up with
the key she
has hidden behind it
and unlock the
memories she’s
hidden inside.
(kinda like pandora’s box,
only without all
the “hell-on-earth”
stuff.)
I like the trinkets,
the knick-knacks,
the pictures,
the high school notes
& inside jokes,
everything.
(even the dirty valentines
and the letter from
her old trailer park landlord
saying that she & her friends
need to stop
doing donuts in
the lawn.)
& maybe someday
I will have
my own hope chest
& my own daughter
will steal away
to my room
& unearth those hidden memories.
Comments
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lol, yeah, i love my hope chest. can lock nething away in them and then look inside years later and be surprised.
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