I have a little box, known only to me
I keep it in a secret place that only I can see.
It doesn't hold money, valuables or gold,
But what's hidden in this box holds treasures untold
But only for me.
You cannot follow me to see where it lies
For the path is not seen with the naked eye

I have no fear the box will be found
so I can let you in on a little secret
It's buried beneath the old oak tree
near my tranquil pond.
This box holds nothing of importance
to anyone but me
You see it holds my memories.
And that's something that can never be taken from me.

Friends and lovers may come and go
and when our paths part ways
To my tranquil pond I go
To store those treasured memories.
Along with memories you can find
Pieces of me left behind.
It also holds my thoughts and dreams
My most private personal things.

I visit my tranquil pond often
When memories of my great grandmother's face..
her loving embrace start to fade
To give myself a gentle reminder of when my husband and i first met
our first date
our first kiss
our wedding day
To remember all those things precious to me
That have come and gone

My best friend whose life was taken far to soon
My nephew who's now resting
in God's loving embrace.
The joys of pregnancy,
the sorrow of my beloveds taken before
getting the chance to know their mommy and daddy upon this earth
but I know now are wearing baby angel wings
also resting in the safe haven of God's love.

Some of the memories I will shed tears over
But many I will laugh and recall days gone by.
As i safely tuck the box back in it's place
And slowly walk away from my tranquil place
I look forward to a brand new dawn
and the new memories that are waiting to be made.
But my little box will always be there
hidden beside my tranquil pond.