Treasure Trove of Love

My mother’s dressing table drawer
tucked away with tender care
an ivory comb with strands of grey hair
a weathered hand held mirror

an old photo of her in her youth
staring at the camera in a half-smile
her lush hair held up in a bun
collar of her blouse up to her neck

an old purse gifted from her husband
cracked now but kept lovingly
inside it, a few coins, no longer shiny
just mere memento of a past

at the bottom of the drawer
photographs of her children’s wedding
youthful faces smiling at the camera
but one of the four had gone to glory

within this drawer, a treasure trove of love
when the owner went to her home above
She needed them not for those she loved
were all there waiting for her