The little girl was carrying a tiny dog. It warmed <br />me to see her snuggle her face to the little dog. <br />The tiny tongue, darting from the ball of fur, <br />touching her nose, bringing a giggle from the little <br />girl and a smile to my face. <br /> <br />Abruptly the little girl turned to face some huge <br />glass doors. Someone inside, who I could <br />could not see, was calling her. Quickly, she <br />disappeared inside. <br /> <br />With my eyes glued to the front of the structure, <br />I waited for her to return. After several <br />minutes when she did not, I again faced the <br />ocean. Another memory that brought me peace, <br />happiness; a little girl, a ball of fur and a hardy <br />giggle, now became locked in my treasure chest <br />of memories. <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-treasure-chest-of-memories/
