lost and found.

lost and found.
a collection of items;
what story do they tell?
a pair of gloves:
a memory:
learning how to ski, surrounded by love
brilliant white races by, discovering a new love
years pass, skills grow
a rumble like thunder, and a ribbon snaps
and with it, the rumble breaks into cheering
a hoisted trophy
and the gloves sit here, waiting for someone to remember.
a book, cover long faded:
a memory:
rays of sun shine through dirty panes
the smell of melted butter
warm, rough hands hold you
while your hands hold a book
flipping pages, savoring that texture
discovering a new world, and with it
a pleasure earned from years of work
turning dark marks into glowing words
overcoming a struggle nature forced on you
and reaching a prize you’ll never lose
and the book sits here, waiting for someone to remember.
a jacket, the outside dirty and torn:
a memory:
racing through a forest
trees blur by, curtains of moss
lichen like an ancient language
and a world forged from a trio of minds
three is a magic number, and you knew that
you declared it in your fantasyland
and that was why you three were the rulers
armies of men, carrying materials
sticks leaning on trees, but,
to you, they were cities and palaces
pottery shards, a currency to fight for
the best days of your life
and the jacket sits here, waiting for someone to remember.
memories: lost, but not forgotten.