Treasure by Jayne Amanda Burford

Of what do we measure our treasure?

Shiny sparkling adornments

Riches of antiquities

Flashy cars

The biggest houses

Or like the old nursery rhyme

Sitting in our counting houses counting all our money.

Well my friends, the next part of my ditty may strike you as funny.

 

My treasure is made of lots of riches,

My health for which I am thankful

My memories these are my greatest treasure

My family, my mother, my husband, my son and my sister

My love that I give and of which I receive

 

My treasure is my being, of this I believe.