Precious Things

Old friends. New friends. True friends.
Shoeboxes full of hand-written letters and torn envelopes.
My mother's teacup and octagonal saucer.
A cat's love.
Love letters. Dried roses. Scrolled poems sealed with candle wax, unbroken.
The black dog's whisker kept as a memento in an old tin.
Photographs of forgotton times.
Battered Christmas ornaments gleaming in an old box, like pirate's treasure.
A lover drenched in moonlight.
A baby's fingernails.
The laughter of the elderly.
An unspoilt blanket of snow on the grass.
Blue speckled eggs. Autumn leaves underfoot.
Solitude.