The Suitcase

A dusty suitcase lies upon her shelf,
A testimony to the life she made herself.
Packed with keepsakes that are her story
Moments of joy and sadness, her history.


A straw boater with yellow and green trim,
A schoolgirl with a head of dreams filled to the brim.
Diaries tied together with a long piece of string,
Loyally kept recording in detail her everything.


A sea shell from that beach so long ago,
Her innocence lost to the ocean’s tidal largo.
Artworks made of fingerprints from when children were young
Kept out of mother’s love for those new lives begun.


Now she’s gone, what will they do with that old suitcase?
It’s time to clear out; the council want back her place.
Memories have gone with her on that one final trip,
The old tatty case has gone down to the tip.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.