He brings a white shiny teacup
he will need a cup of tea
and it is a family treasure.
He brings a shell as beautiful
as a butterfly, old fashioned
coins to sell or to remind him
of family holidays, a key to open
a box of memories. He brings
flower seeds to make sure
his new garden grows
like an enchanted forest,
that silky as a seal scarf
to remind him of his wife.
He wants a map, more useful
than his brain because he’s weary
from travelling, and a small house
to remind him of his own house.
He adds a rock, hard as a hockey puck,
heavy because it holds all
his memories, a notebook of paper
for lighting fires. Finally he puts in
a bell for attracting attention,
and seashells from the warm beach
outside his front door.