My tangible tokens are packed and toted

The pieces of sadness and joy thus far in my years

Remnants of my childhood and of youth’s mistakes

Jog the details out of the cobwebs of my soul

Small tokens of true love and broken hearts

Remind me that I have been loved

Gifts made with the hands of three small children

Tokens of absolute innocence and unconditional love

Then the tortuous evidence of some troubled teen years

With innocence lost and unequalled pain

Gifts then given to me as they came back to themselves

In boxes together, seems somehow ironic

So onward we trek, A new life to live

Carrying with me my tokens of living and life

Pictures removed from one wall, go up on the next

The familiar transforms and warms what was foreign

The new is transformed into Home

Where the sweat of my brow will be mine