An old Shoe box: 

I took a break from work,

packed my bags and got into a bus and headed
 home.

To spend some time alone with my family, 

to spend some on my own.

I love cleaning , keeps me busy

keeps my mind of things,

rather it clears my cluttered mind,

helps rearrange my thoughts.

Among the dust , cobwebs and old papers

an old shoe box fell on my feet.

and in it i found some

old forgotten pictures and letters..

My toothless grandma's grin

grandpa's stories 

smell of my uncle's cologne

sister's warm kiss on my cheek..

Friends playing hide and seek, 

out with the old and in with the new,

few write letters , 

with smells of sand from a foreign land,

others just drift away and leave just lessons.

Letters from grandparents, uncles and aunts,

filled with love and words of wisdom.

Memories which were once

in flesh and blood, 

warm and happy..

are now just pictures and letters,

covered in cobwebs and dust.

Once in a while when you open an old

cupboard,

a dusty old shoe box, lands at your feet.