Keepsakes

One, two, three
little trinkets
Hidden in the closet
Each encased
In its own mystery

Time knows their age
Three little trinkets
Expensive
Tarnished
Out of shape

tried to recollect
Want to recall
Why I kept
Three little trinkets
I do not remember

Maybe, just maybe
When I ask them
Why they are here
Three little trinkets
Never forsaken

Sure enough
Three little trinkets
Full of memories
Happily reveal
Presence of purpose