Locket

He could sleep through any party
and bring a smile to any face.
He was a gentle giant,
with the hands of a mechanic,
all calloused and rough.
He was the arms I wanted to be in,
when things got tough.

He always listened to his audio books,
with the boring tones of speech.

My treasure that grasps my neck,
holds all these memories to me.
It keeps them moving,
rolling in my head,
like a repeating movie picture presentation.
A movie that I could never forget…

by Shanyia Clark