Memory In A Jewerly Box

There’s a jewelry box I have It’s like so many others It was a gift years ago From my now deceased mother It has so many things inside Rings, tie clips and money But there’s one special piece That I got from my honey It is the most beautiful thing My eyes have ever seen So many times when I sleep About this piece I dream I keep it in a little pouch So hands never touch it I know that it’s for real It’s not a counterfeit People always ask me What’s your most prized possession Sometimes I almost slip But I stop before I make a confession Luckily I catch myself Before I do reveal Exactly what it is I have I know it’s safer concealed I keep it in my jewelry box Under lock and key Believe me when I tell you It, you’ll never get to see © 11-21-05/RJH