Boxing up my Treasures

I am surrounded by collectibles, all looking down at me

wondering how in the world did they all come to be

I have presents from my wedding, many years ago

and from each birthday,Mother's day, anniversaries

each one precious don't you know

As I look at each of them, and remember what they meant

I also remember all that love that came with them

when they were being sent

I really never felt good taking them,I don't like all that silly stuff

but I couldn't get anyone to listen that I had had enough

So my tops of every counter, my China Cabinet and TV

little extra shelves are built, so everyone can see

What takes a lifetime to collect and then not know what to do

with all of them I treasured, when my treasuring is through

For each year that has been passing as I glance upon the dust

gathering upon them, I think is that what is left of us

Sometimes I sit here and dwell upon boxing them all up

wrapping them in bubble wrap each saucer and each cup

and then the porcelain dolls, each box they came in, I have kept

Each time I tried to put them away I sat down and I wept

For these were from a girl that loved them, but bought them for me instead

the statuette ,music boxes, vases, crystals, with love to you she said

Then special little things from the man I love, jewelry boxes filled to the brim

bracelets, necklaces, ear rings ,each one of them from him

Someone tell me how to put them away out of my sight, I keep trying

but somehow they just stay, touching them starts me crying

It looks like I am stuck with them like broken pieces of my heart

I know I have to do something soon, just don't know where to start

For some time soon the day will come when I can't stay here anymore

I will have to live somewhere else. I have to leave here that's for sure

They are rebuilding our apartments, and living here soon will end

I will have to pack things in bubble wrap and boxes. never open them again

For it will never be the same for me to live in another place

twenty-seven years I've been here, leaving memories, hard to face

But I know I have to do it, and I know I will succeed

But where will all my treasures be, the things that I don't need

packed away in boxes, in bubble wrap so safe,

for someone else to open, when I, from my earthly bounds escape

I hope someone will love them as they were meant to be

Someone who will take care of them, and sometimes think of me