Memento box

Open lid
Touch my past
In modest objects
Shabby relics
Some made by hand
Most by machine

Some handled daily
By parents long dead
His wallet
Her gloves

Two stuffed toys
Chaotic infancy
Toddlerhood farmed out
To loving aunt’s
Refuge from home storms

My first Kodak brownie
Arty college portrait
By boyfriend’s exotic bro-in-law

Boxed for so long
Let ’em breathe
New home
Light them, air them

Leave the lid open

For now