The Old Chest

This old chest was given to me at the age of 5

The bronze hinges groan,
like the old grandfather who gave me this chest

Beneath the brown timer
Inside the chest
Lies a layer of velvet so smooth and soft

The musky odour takes me back
to when I met this chest in my grandpa’s attic

I rely on this chest and it relies on me
For it holds my secrets deep inside
This old chest