Curiosity

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Looking through the aftermath

of a long lifetime together

I find a box…

A small locked box

Curious…

No key…

 

A wooden box so like

the one my father made

before I was born

 

A box my mother stored

small treasures…

and a small block of

Jeweler’s Rouge

nestled in a soft cloth

 

This new … old box…

this locked box

with no key

has me wondering…

has my curiosity

running wild and

high

 

Something moves inside

making a soft sound

as I inspected the

box

 

All fastenings held

internal screws…

keeping the contents 

safe from my prying

screw driver

 

It would remain locked

the contents safe

Until…

A key is found or

a key finds me

 

Leaving me 

wondering…

curious…

yet respectful

of my parent’s

Secret

 

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie