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In a Box In a Drawer

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Box, commemorative coin, medals, WI badge ~ Polly Robinson 2012

In a Box In a Drawer

There they are in a box in a drawer,
I pause to think,
Then think some more,
About what they mean,
About what they were for,
About why they linger in a box in a drawer.

A commemorative coin, two medals,
WI brass and gilt badge, with enamels,
World War Two ‘For Home and Country’.
The coin shows, to put it quite bluntly,
Failed bridegroom and bride.
Whilst badge and medals mark honour with pride.

The medals belong to a younger me,
I could swim in those days, lengthily,
A silver, a gold,
A story to be told,
They drown in a box in a drawer,
They can be found in a box in a drawer.

There they sit in a box in a drawer,
What will they mean,
When I leave through that door?
The door ma and pa took a few years ago,
The one that goes one way,
As far as we know.

Memories
Remain,
And these,
Nothing more.
Nothing more lingers,
In a box in a drawer.

Polly Robinson © 2012

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25 thoughts on “In a Box In a Drawer

  1. I’ve saved so few things over my life. Sometimes I wished I’d saved more–maybe to better trigger my memories–but then I realize I’ll have left stuff to get rid of as I downsize later on, so it’s all good in the end. 🙂

    Thanks for another lovely read.

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    • It’s a nonsense to save stuff really … two of the three items are from my ma and pa and I don’t have the heart to let them go as they were so fond of them, but, like the poem says, there they sit in a box in a drawer and no-one looks at them and the sad thing is that one knows they’ll be dumped ‘come the day’ ~ such is life ‘eh? 🙂

      Always lovely to hear from you Carrie x

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  2. I have an old trunk filled with memories. Not sure why I keep some of the stuff, but whenever I go through it, I feel like I am in a different time and place.

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  3. I have a box of ‘special things’ – trouble is I don’t recall why I kept a lot of them.

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  4. This is very evocative, Polly. Sums up beautifully an experience most of us share. Stuff saved that we know one day someone will get rid of. The repetition of ‘a box in a drawer’ captures the mood of nostalgia, poignancy, love, but somehow the pointlessness of it, very effectively.

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  5. My family comes from a rich tradition of handing down nothing of personal value. It is sad in some ways; having nothing but memories, especially as I get older and they fade. However, I suppose I have been spared a certain burden.

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  6. How interesting K. On the other hand, there is nothing richer than our memories, and you don’t have to dispose of them as you do knick-knacks …

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  7. Funny the memories that come up when going through old drawers…

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  8. This is one of my favorites by you. 😀

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  9. Polly, leave a copy of your poem in the drawer and then they will know after you’ve gone through that door. Lovely poem. J

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  10. Sentimental value, can’t buy it. Hard to define it…

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  11. This is very beautiful Polly.

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