Golden Heart

I bought myself a golden heart
On a string of shiny beads
She picked silver
Carried away in a little blue box
We all watched
Empty as jars
I am picking up treasures
They make me warm
I hold them close like stories
Inside
Where no one can see
Or steal
A bag of buttons and a paper bottle
leaves flowers tags
Lest you forget your mum and dad
Lest they forget you
So much to find
So many letters
It burns my head
I sit in the porch
On the cool grey slabs
Close my eyes
Maybe the words have turned to flesh
I hold my face
Cradle my arms
There is much more to find
Picked up on pavements
Collected on walls
I know when I see it
I will believe
And all that is old will become new again.