Keep it Safe
By Samaana A
Published 29 August 2014
Lying upon the tender, soft surface of my mattress
with my mind completely dazed off
shutting myself out from my competitive surroundings,
I am free. I am me.
Just me, that's the way I believe
but placed motionlessly upon my palms,
an object that relates a story silently.
A silent story, an everlasting story,
a story full of meaning.
Standing one book upon another
a knock startles, no hesitation,
just open the door. His loving eyes
met mine, brightening my somber face.
He handed me an indestructible crystal-like object that smelt like the addictive scent
of freshly picked lemons.
I remember the words "Keep it safe".
"Keep it safe, like you keep your words safe".
I and this object, my talisman
I will keep my word
as my grandfather says
"Keep it safe".