My Jewellery Box

I can smell the dusty, raw smell of the freshly cut timber,
His dried out knuckles and wrinkly fingers intricately carving away a beautiful flower, hard to believe
that such worn out thick fingers could make such a precise, perfect, delicate design.
I can picture two people waltzing around a ballroom in a princess dress and suit as I listen to the
floating tune of the music box built inside.
This precious heirloom already treasured by me to be passed down for many generations to come,
I wonder what lives and homes this cherished jewellery box will live in.