A treasure chest of personal things,
A green, stripy jumper which sentiment brings.
A watch and a wallet he could not live without,
A clean hanky, used daily, without a shadow of doubt.

These items, these gems evoke things from the past,
Newspaper cuttings from time gone too fast.
A photo of a baby with multiple chins, 
Two sisters smiling together, looking like twins.

His meticulous diary, his dog-eared accounts,
Columns and numbers added up with amounts.
His thesaurus and dictionary, too heavy to lift,
I bought them for him as a spontaneous gift. 

When we open this box, his memory comes alive,
To remember and be happy, for that we will strive.
My child did not meet him, but from this they will see,
This man, our Gugs, meant the world to me.