My Little Pouch of Greece
By Raquel V M
As I hold the soft and fragile pouch,
providing home for tokens from the Cyclades,
memories light up my mind.
The memories mention tales,
of turquoise oceans,
and air of freedom,
From the warmth of summer.
my pouch of Greece whispers to me,
of the musical chirping of cicadas,
The sound of the ocean
lightly lapping against a boat,
the caress of a gentle summer breeze.
The treasures inside my bag are memory charms,
every single one
has a history of its own.
In my little pouch,
I have sea-glass from a beach on Naxos,
crystals from an abandoned crystal mine on Mykonos,
and shells from swimming holes on Koufonisia.
When the world hangs heavy on my mind,
my little pouch of Greece
takes me to the Aegean.