The neatly wrapped packages,
where her memories are stored,
are begging to be noticed, to be heard.
They were boxed up; locked away so very long ago.
It is time and she's afraid.
She does not recall where she buried the keys.
But the memories...impatient, persistent, insistent...
tear their way through carefully tied bows.
I am participating in this meme hosted by G-Man over at Mr. Know It All. Have a peek and check out all of the other entries. There are some terrific writers out there. You won't be disappointed.
