Thurman P. Woodfork
A box of mementos stored away on a shelf;
Remnants and souvenirs of an earlier self
Conjure up memories of times gone by
Brought back into focus in the mind’s eye…
Inanimate objects, yet possessed of a power
To evoke sweet memories of a lover’s flower
Still jeweled with drops from a gentle shower –
Or recall red blossoms from a deadly watchtower
In an isolated jungle camp in a long ago war
And flick the scab from an unhealed sore.
As with Pandora’s chest, one might come to find
That it’s best not to open some boxes in the mind.
©Copyright January 26, 2003 by Thurman P. Woodfork
Submitted for the February 2003 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Memory Box”