WE ARE SUCH STUFF ~

What's in this box, mine Mommy?

As it says, mine June, stuff that dreams are made on ~ and memories, sweet and sad.

Do I have a box of memories too?

Not yet little one, you are still young, but some day, a long time from now,

you may want to have little bits of treasures kept to remind you

as the time comes when, well, things begin to slip away ~

What "stuff" lives inside this box, mine Mommy?

Let me think a moment ~ well now, you would find a few kitty whiskers from those who came before you!  And a long ago Christmas card from my Daddy, who was far far away, it was World War II, and he was a soldier and not there when I arrived but he sent a card to say he loved me and would see me soon.  Also a typewritten letter, with some mistakes (he didn't used white-out), my Daddy wrote the day I left for college.  He said he remembered holding my hand and walking me to kindergarten and now I was boarding a train to go a thousand miles away, would I return, he did not know, and the last paragraph of his letter is barely legible because at that time I began to cry while reading it and it is all blurred now from my tears.  There are now colorless flowers tied with a ribbon from my wedding day over fifty years ago.  And there is a faded photo, you can barely see it, it's called a "sonogram", but not at all like the ones they image today, of the first little baby that began to grow inside me many years ago.  There are special and silly pictures of me and Poppy Vic doing special and silly things together once upon a time...

Yes, such stuff as dreams are made on ... the memories we strive keep.