Little boxes stacked up high
Inside, memories of days gone by.
Pictures, letters, report cards, too
Together they tell the story of you.
Bits and pieces of times long past,
Carefully saved to make remembrances last.
A poem, a ribbon, a small round stone
Preserved to go through when we feel alone.
Little boxes stacked up once more
Tucked in the closet, close the door.
Life moves on and then one day
Little boxes, so precious, are thrown away.
“Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.” Matthew 6:19-21