My box of memories

There is the photo
of my first best freind
caressing the bottom of this box,
oh the good times we had,
riding our bike so fast it felt as if
the world itself was moving.
And how used to stay up till 7 or 8,
even though we were only 6.

Look, in the corner
is my stuffed bear,
his eye hanging out of its socket
on a piece of string,
i remember the times at night
during a storm how tight i'd hold him,
and how warm his fur felt
when he would hold me back.

Under a pile of other stuff
i find my first football,
i remember being about 10
and my hand being too small,
but by the time i was 13
i could throw 20 30 yards
without breaking sweat,
every time with a perfect tight spiral.

But my most valued possession
my wedding ring, gold with my wife's name engraved in,
i remember my wedding day well, and then
a couple months later my wife's stomache swell.
Nine months forward from then my beautiful son came, Rhys was his name. However boths of my worlds
have now ceased to be, and only in this box does live on their memory.