Treasure box

It came as most things do,
a minute tweak in the routine.
Unnoticed and soon forgotten
a meaningless trinket.

To sit quietly, silently,
stiff and clam-like,
Beautiful shell clamped shut,
a waiting coffin.

If a memory breaks,
and the beads
of each childhood story scatter
Where shall they go?

They slip and slide, grains of sand,
to form a pearl of memories,
A glass tomb,
preservation for eternity

A meaningless treasure,
for who I was,
can only concern who I am.
only to be forgotten by who I will be.