They go where you go, packed up small and safe in a box.
when you get there you unwrap them one by one.
looking and remembering, they take you to places and they bring you back to the moment.
arranged with love in a glass vase so you can see them anytime: tumbling over each other to find their place.
every shape – holds a story.
the particulars are not important. The warmth they hold is.
sometimes you take them out and lay them carefully.
you muse a little and the you place them back where they belong, in that place inside you that is filled with joy and happiness and love.
The story of your life.