The skull that once lived a life

I see the tiny little indents that reflects its past.
I see the battle scars from the wars it once had.
I see the brain, the thing that stored the memories.
I see the nose that smelled the different smells.
I see the eyes, the things that saw the days go by.
Now I see me touching, holding and feeling the skull, the skull that once lived once lived a life.

Reflection
Why i choose this item: I chose this item because it reminds me of past family members. And it was a gift from my great grandad.

How i came up with the poem: i wrote the poem based on the life that the skull once had and about the battles, meaning fighting through life and how u have good times and bad times.