Treasures Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Treasures


I have a treasure in my pant pocket,
And one shining in the clouds.
I have a treasure in the swaying palms,
And in the voices of children yelling out loud.

Treasures abound in this world so wide,
There are treasures in my graceful stride.
I walk along so beautifully,
A treasure to look at and see.

My children know not but love.
They are treasures handed me from above.
The most valuable treasure in the world is me.
No He is who created me.