A free verse poem about the value of items with sentimental attachments. |
It’s a rare young person who truly understands sentimentality, for whom an object may hold sentimental value far in excess of its monetary worth. For sentiment to take hold so strongly, a person must experience deep loss, such as death of a parent, spouse, sibling, or child… loss of someone dearly loved, loss that hurts to the soul. Only then does that basket made by a father’s strong hands, that picture painted lovingly through a mother’s eyes, that sweater clumsily knitted by sister, or a child’s beloved, favorite teddy bear take on immeasurable value, become something personal to remember them by, something to warm the heart. Only then does an object of meager monetary worth that was owned and loved by the one now lost mean the world to the one left behind… because of the connection felt, of the ability to touch what they once touched, to share a moment they once shared, to recall them with love in the heart and tears welling up in the eyes. This object, whatever it might be, represents a little bit of them still available, a way to hold them close a little longer, to have them still. This link is worth much more than mere money. This is priceless, making the plainest of items the most treasured thing one possesses. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |