A small, intricately carved box
Sits on my shelf, adorned with intricate knots
Its wood is rough and well-worn
But to me, it is a treasure, forever forlorn

This box holds memories, each one dear
Of a time that has long since passed, but still clear
Inside, I keep mementos and keepsakes
Reminders of moments and people, no mistakes

There's a photograph of my grandma, with a smile so...