My Little Treasures (poem) by John Herlihy on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on April 4, 2021

INDEED, WHETHER THEY ARE STILL WITH US IN PHYSICAL FORM OR NOT...WE STILL REMEMBER THE 'LITTLE TREASURES' OF OUR YOUTH. THIS REMINDED ME...I CAN STILL REMEMBER MY FIRST CHINA TEA SET THAT WAS GIVEN TO ME...AS A CHRISTMAS GIFT IN CHILDHOOD. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THIS 'TREASURE', I HARDLY KNOW. WONDERFUL, JOHN! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 4, 2021

It is amazing how much of your life this short poem reveals. Little treasures like my cigar box of "jewels" and rare marbles, and coins. The snakes we picked up on the hillside that we could carry in our pockets. I never was much for gathering treasures. And can't recall a young childhood comforting blanket or teddy bear. I was always a macho guy that didn't need comforting things with a twin brother that I had to keep safe from what was under the bed or in the closet. ;-)

I guess a fire would remove all of those so-called treasures that we collect in a lifetime. I just hope something really valuable, especially in regard to history, wasn't lost.

Ron

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on April 3, 2021

I have a particular problem with hanging on to stuff. Probably because I grew up something of a vagabond who was never allowed to keep much of it.

Rebecca

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

Reviewed on April 3, 2021

Amazing how we form such attachments to things when we are young, but as we row older we learn to live in the moment and appreciate the things we have on hand, I think the closer we get to our mortality the more we realize that the important things we cannot lose are the things we hold in our memory and hearts. Thank you for sharing such a deep meaningful poem. I always treasure your insights, Happy Easter, dear poet friend. :)

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on April 3, 2021

There are so many arresting insights in this poem that my trying to find the most important message is difficult and would seem impossible to others like me who are in their reflection, as well as enjoying later years of still working for a living as a big contributor to my own happiness, and my wife's. That's what struck me on this one, even as I put in 45 to 50 hours a week to pay the bills, I still find time to reflect in a similar way as you have with this wonderful tapestry of life's threads woven so expertly and elegantly into a new whole. Even with fire (I've suffered through losing my home in Park City with everything gone) I know such losses. But, even with the fire, you've retained reflective gems in your mind, coupled with talent to poeticize same, you are fortunate to have such an ability. Write on.