What personal belongings do you hold most dear?
Not jewels, not clothes, nor treasures bright,
But letters faded in soft twilight.
A book well-marked, a pen well-worn,
A photo creased, a page time-torn.
The dearest things don’t shout or gleam,
They hold a whisper, a touch, a dream.
Not just objects, but memory’s thread,
Alive with stories softly said.
Simi says... 