“Bonsai”

 Edith Tiempo

All that I love
I fold over once
And once again
And keep in a box
Or a slit in a hollow post
Or in my shoe.

All that I love?
Why, yes, but for the moment-
And for all time, both.
Something that folds and keeps easy,
Son’s note or Dad’s one gaudy tie,
A roto picture of a queen,
A blue Indian shawl, even
A money bill.

It’s utter sublimation,
A feat, this heart’s control
Moment to moment
To scale all love down
To a cupped hand’s size

Till seashells are broken pieces
From God’s own bright teeth,
And life and love are real
Things you can run and
Breathless hand over
To the merest child.

Group Analysis

No matter how small things are, we should treasure them because we don’t know that time will come those small things can be big things.

There are things that won’t stay as it is nor it will happen once again. It is by reminiscing, remembering and treasuring we can endow a lifetime memory. A memory that a person wants to hold on to. Moreover, in treasuring they can be anything as long as it has a significant value, they can serve as a remembrance of what everything happened. The desire of treasuring is shown by a great and unforgettable love. A love that can be held in small places which the memories endure vastly but worthy.

Thus, treasure what we can treasure. Memories of the past come once in a lifetime oftenly. For surely, they won’t be like any other memory  that is the same in all aspects. They will be different so value every pieces of it.