The term prized possessions sounds like I simply purchased them from a supermarket, which actually places a finite value on these treasures of mine.
We do not own our family/children but we are mere custodians of these young souls who decorate our lives and our families are gifts bestowed upon us.
The elixir obtained from experience shared, the roads traveled and joy from loved ones can neither be bottled nor sold.
My family are my pride and joy.
They are my treasures of inestimable value and for these beautiful ones, I am exceedingly thankful.
Every other material possession is disposable and replaceable. It’s simply there to satisfy a specific need.
Below is a short related prose that I wrote earlier in the year.
In deed, nothing I have is truly mine,
I am simply a beneficiary,
Of the benevolence of a Supreme Being: God,
I am only a conscious receptor of goodwill and grace,
I am simply a custodian of blessings bestowed upon me,
A mere guardian of gifts innumerable.
Not to be taken for granted.
However we look at it.
I know this.
I am just a sojourner, a wayfarer.
Nothing I have is truly mine.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to The Daily Prompt Pride and Joy.
What’s your most prized possession?