If you were to open up my jewelry box,
You’d find I don’t have jewels of value.
Toe rings, a couple cross necklaces, and a simple pair of earrings.
What lays on top,
inside my box,
are two, small, worn, black, and white photographs-
One of Mama & one of Dad.
A photo of both of them during their childhood,
a photo of each I treasure.
My jewelry box doesn’t hold jewels for one to adore
But it has a simple pair of photographs,
of my parents.
& If you were to open my jewelry box,
you would see,