The safekeeper

We wait by the door,
Grandfather comes out,
Smiling he hands me a box,
I rip the paper. What could it be?

Bright blue flows off the purse,
Silver zips gleaming in the sun,
I smile as I open the safe keeper,
blue, purple and yellow brighten the dark.

I take a peek inside the purse:
a precious key. What is it for?
I leave the key and still it sits,
in the little purse that holds it safe.

The ocean blue stiches,
they hold together the smooth material,
the colorful flowers sit inside,
Soft as silk, precious as diamonds.

It still stays safe with me,
My grandfather’s gift to me,
Passed through the family,
This is the object that lets us remember.