My Golden Box Of Memories.

For the past few months I have been caring for a young disabled boy I shall call Peter to and from his school.
Over the years I have brought my six kids up and have eleven grandchildren plus have also worked for the Youth Offending Team.
 So to work with Peter was totally new for me and at first I felt a little awkward ;but this soon evaporated and was replaced with the joy of being able to see the true character behind that disability.
.However the contract runs out at the end of this week and there will be a different firm taking over in September ;therefore my time with this Peter is at an end and oh yes despite all I have written here I will miss him so much.
However all the wonderful memories I have I will safely and tenderly place in my precious 'Golden Box Of Memories'.
I have gained so many wonderful memories which thrive in there and will enrich my life forevermore.
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A true character
behind that
thin veil
of a disability
which fades
into insignificance
while  the character will
beautifully bloom
 and this is so
wondrous
and
heartfelt.
To lie
softly cocooned
in my
 'Golden Box of Memories'.
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Clinging onto those

last few days as
Summer holidays are upon us
still early
these
mornings
regardless
are now
  my life
my way
my world.
Peter's  cheeky smile
so sorely missed;
however
these memories
 will thrive
and blossom
 in my heart
 forevermore.
That mischievous character
to be  remembered
with a
 soft affection
so dear
in my
heart.
In my
Golden Box Of Memories.
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New days will arrive

on the dawn ;
new faces;
A new world peeps
through the window onto
 whole new experiences
to eagerly meet and taste.
Old memories alive
and secretly
locked away to
linger
to love
in my
Golden Box of Memories.
Some to enjoy
and thrive
in eternal fondness
like that soft blanket of an angel's love.
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Some bring laughter
some tears
some even bring steely anger
but sharp corners
smoothed through the wings of time.
So many lessons learnt
some painful and sharp.
many bad
people
of unscrupulous ways !!!
No conscience
so
devoid
of
 love
 and
 care.
Will they be
painfully strung up
 and
their abusive ways
shared with the world ??
Sadly I reply,
'Not always !!'
The cruelty
 sometimes
 shared from young days
 and carried on a prickly thorn
unceremoniously through to adulthood !!
How to cope is a personal
mechanism;
my coping way
 is to be happy and successful
 and
able
to love
 and to care
 in my own life !!!
Only these
 soft
tender
and
happy days
can we
 gently lay down
so snug
 and
ever treasure
into our
ever precious
 'Golden Box of Memories'.
The dark;
painful
and
grim
times
 to evolve
 into unwelcome visitors
whom today
do not linger
for long at all.
Do you have your
'Golden Box Of Memories ?'
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