'The Trip'

'The 'Trip'

We all know we are going

But few want to think about it.

I have my bag

All packed and ready.

For I cannot leave behind

The notes of love

and special Photos.

My favorite book

and amethyst stone.

The smiles I gathered

The warm handshakes

The acorn a squirrel left

just for me.

The worn out gloves I use

to tend my flowers.

My first kiss wrapped in velvet.

The sparkle I have seen

in precious eyes.

The loving deeds done just for me.

The tears of Joy in crystal vials.

Laughter spun into colorful silks

Birch bark with a heart engraved

Initials saved.

My first valentine.

My favorite doll.

My Black labrador's collar.

A CD with all my favorite songs

Optimism

Love

Expectations

God won't check my bag

When the gate swings open.

He knows what I have in there.

written by Kesti16©

March 3, 2003