TREASURES

Saturday, February 21, 2009

The boys of today may not carry the same things in their pockets that we did when we were boys but all us who are parents and grandparents can identify with the following poem. Somebody probably has or should write a similar poem for what girls have in their pockets, purses or wherever girls put “stuff.” I wanted to post this today because it is about our treasures—our precious boys and girls, regardless of age and what they have in their pockets.

His overalls hung on the hook by his hat, and I noticed

his pockets were bulging out fat.

So I emptied them out in a pile on the chair, and I

Tenderly touched ev’ry treasure with care:

There were three rubber bands, a parking lot ticket,

Two paper clips and a fishing cricket,

A camphor ball and an empty match box,

A half dozen nails and a couple of rocks,

A yellow golf tee, two lollypop sticks,

A marble, a spool and three tooth picks,

A knife and a pencil, some dry corn silk,

A wire and a cap from a bottle of milk,

A rusty door key and a white chicken feather,

An old clock gear and a piece of leather,

A flash-light bulb and three or four strings,

A broken dog biscuit and two hair springs.

Then I gathered them up, all his “treasures” so grand—

ev’ry rock, ev’ry nail and each rubber band,

And I put them all back, then I kissed him good-night,

and he smiled in his sleep as I turned out the light.

And I thrilled as I thought of the fun and the joy such

trivial things could give to a boy.

Author Unknown