A key opens a jewelry box
A window of winter chill air
A door of my childhood family home
A symbol of a broken hearted memory of
the last conversation with my dad on the telephone.
A key locks my journaled diaries
decades of a lifetime 5 x 6 or 8 x 10
A treasure chest of family photos
A box of petals, potpourri, and grandma's ring
August birthstone peridot.
A key safely stores my prescription meds
papers, poetry, paintings, and prose
heart shapes, seashells, in a glass square case
A key for my safe and safe deposit box
favorite flowers from my romantic man:
sunflowers and June's birth flower
the fragrant and fulfilling rose.
Keepsakes are the key, the treasure
chest of my ruling heart.
"I've never seen a U haul following a hearse."
Keys do not belong to me, once my soul and body from this earth will depart.
Keepsakes remain hopefully to my loved ones
instead of Goodwill or Facebook Marketplace Mart.
A key
"Cali Skies"
It bloomed
&
blossomed
from angels wings to petals.
A rose,
A lily,
A sunflower view.
How
bountiful
&
beautiful
Are these Cali Skies?
I praise the Lord for the sight
before my very eyes
I see orange pink cream arms
extended from above
My loved ones
Are giving me a heavenly hug
"California Dreaming, on such a winters day."
Cali Skies
I am grateful for your
blossom
&
bloom
always.
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