“Why are you buying that Little Tin Box?
You do not need that Little Tin Box.”
My gentleman son shook his head
and sighed when I paid for
that Little Tin Box.
The cashier smiled as we walked away.
Perhaps she knew as Mothers do
That Little Tin Box had just become
a paperclip to hold fond memories
of a family trip shared on the day
that I purchased that Little Tin Box.
In years to come that Little Tin Box
would sit on a shelf as a tender comfort
when days were troubled and my heart was lonely.
That Little Tin Box was my treasure chest
to ever remind me of days gone by
and the Gentlemen Son who one day asked,
“Why are you buying that Little Tin Box?