From time to time when I am all alone and sad I reach into my treasure box and instantly am glad.
(Deep inside the plain dark stained wooden exterior lays my treasure in side a plush velvet red hidden interior.)
I know now you picture baubles, or beads and a chain but they are far richer and rarer not something so plain.
In it I lift up a image of me and my mom in her kitchen in the summer time teaching me to peel my first egg It seems silly to you but my tiny fingers shook and I said I can't do it but "Yes you can!" she did beg.
I remember it like it was yesterday when my shaking hands watched her peel away the layers lifting them off so swift.
I remember how proud I was that she was proud of me and so in my box I next did shift.
(Deep inside the plain dark stained wooden exterior lays my treasure in side a plush velvet red hidden interior.)
I picked up my next treasure I was age fifteen in my crazy postered room My dad walked in with a hammer and nails and hit my window pane with a boom.
I laugh as I had asked what are you doing dad He said not to worry and at first I was real mad.
He nailed my windows shut so that at sixteen I would not sneek out into the night He wanted to keep me from dangers, from boys with one tracked minds and other fatherly fright.
(Deep inside the plain dark stained wooden exterior lays my treasure in side a plush velvet red hidden interior.)
I sift through my treasure box and lift my next relic dear I squint as I shift and try hard not to shed a bitter-sweet tear
It is a vision of my mom and dad's handmade jewelry that they would wear.
I think they were the finest bracelets I had ever seen and best symbol of their love and care.
For she had made the beads with her very hands just for him and he showed it off and never took it off not even on a whim.
(Deep inside the plain dark stained wooden exterior lays my treasure in side a plush velvet red hidden interior.)
I sift through and lift up my friends, my pets and more family now in a sheen.
I brush off the dust and rub to see hugs and kisses and places I have been. I polish so deeply even the smells of home and of happiness and love so rare.
I look at each one lovingly then I place them all back inside with tender care.
(Deep inside the plain dark stained wooden exterior lays my treasure in side a plush velvet red hidden interior.)