An Old Skate Key

Today as I was exploring an old stored box belonging to my dad.

Teardrops overflowed my eyes, my heart ached and I was really sad.

There it was just lying there in the bottom of all his aged treasures.

An old skate key that he kept safe for me by all his tender measures.

Every time I’d lose a key, I felt sad and totally dismayed.

But dad would wipe my tears away and a new key he gave.

For years I believed he was a Houdini for he always had a spare.

So if I ever lost one, I’d go to my dad for one no matter where.

Oh sure, he’d lecture me on my carelessness but gave me a new key.

Where in the world were they coming from was I there destiny?

Then one day Daddy told me, “Be very careful for this one is the last.”

He handed me the precious key and my protectiveness was cast.

I never lost that precious key; I kept it around my neck each day.

And that key always stayed with me when I went out to play.

It still lay within my jewelry box, protected after all these years.

So no wonder this wonderful memory made my eyes fill with tears.

So my clever Dad did have one left, and here it was on bottom of his treasures.

He wanted me to appreciate things, but what I learned cannot be measured.

Written by,

Bonnie May