Christmas presents are lined against her wall 

Red, green, and gold swirled together to make festive wrapping paper which

Flows out of the clustered bags decorated

With pictures of snowy wooden cabins snuggled in the woods of a winter wonderland

Worn brown slippers lay next to her bed 

Given to her by her mother many holidays ago 

She starts every morning by warming her feet inside their fuzzy lining

A black jewelry stand with a white base on her vanity holds various dainty necklaces 

Several gold earrings hang loosely from the branches of the stand 

She points a necklace out to me that her grandmother had gifted to her 

So she would have something to remember her by

It is gold with a small circle of diamonds at the center 

Under her bed I find a light blue box where she keeps 

Various pieces of paper, some look as if they were put there just a couple hours ago 

And some are so ripped and aged they could have been years old 

As I sift through them, feeling the soft edges of the old papers, and the sharpness of the new ones

I realize they are love notes and birthday cards given to her throughout her life 

Along with the aged scraps of paper she kept special 

Mementos from her grandmother’s travels before she had passed 

The ring that gleams from her clustered nightstand was her mother’s 

A beautiful ring with a thin silver band and a pink gem wrapped in gold 

Was resized and blessed to fit her own finger 

Her dog sleeps with a raggedy stuff animals that could’ve once 

Been a small dinosaur thrown lazily upon her white covers 

She made the room her own 

With no previous owner, she would forever be this room’s first memory 

Of who lived inside the four walls of itself