Passport

I was looking at something on television the other night and caught a glimpse of something that triggered a memory in me and this poem just flowed.




Passport 13 Jun 09

I recall
The white cardboard shoebox
I kept under my bed
Hidden from the world

In it were the mementoes
Of the little events
Which meant so much
At the time

The little scrap
Of paper, slightly drunk she
Tied round my finger and said
"Now we are engaged"

Older still the Valentine's Day card
Presented by two girls
In school, to much amusement
From my friends

The ticket stubs
From the many concerts
I attended, with my friends
Memories

The passport to that long-vanished land
Of my youth
I have not returned
But I still remember that country



I actually wanted to put an image of a shoebox here but couldn't find one - no matter, you know what one looks like.

Don't you?