Where Your Treasure Is~

This is the title of a novel I started 15 years ago that came to me while caring for my sweet newborn baby girl in the middle of the night. With a full house of eight children ages sixteen to newborn, it really was the only time that it was quiet enough to hear myself think or read a newspaper, which I had been doing earlier. In the stillness of that January while looking down into my baby’s beautiful eyes I knew what the full meaning of “Where your treasure is, is where your heart will be.

I started writing something other than journal and poetry for the first time with the seed of that idea. But somehow life would come crashing in on me and writing was put to the side time and time again, until the fire of a new idea would spark and the urge to write consumed me.

The following verse is another way for me to express my thoughts relating to the importance of what or who we value.

I wonder if you can guess what I am alluding too? I am sure you can because I am not very good at subterfuge.

Where Your Treasure Is~In Verse 

My treasures are not found in banks,

My treasures are not hidden under lock and key,

My treasures are like the wind and cannot be grasped by human hands,

My treasures make my heart leap with joy,

They are not found in foreign lands,

My treasures make me smile, shake my head, softly giggle deep within.



Are words that describe

My treasures

I close my eyes and enjoy each one

Turning to see every moment in time,

My treasures are secured and shared but never given away

They will remain

I Pray

Locked away

Safe Within.


Author: iola reneau

I am a writer and sometimes author.

6 thoughts on “Where Your Treasure Is~”

  1. I’m gonna say…you have a pile of money hidden in your mattress! What? Not right? 😉 Sorry, couldn’t resist…unless you really do have money in your mattress in which case I say…I nailed it! Lol! Sorry, sorry. It’s that kind of morning. Seriously, it’s a very nice poem and an even better sentiment. For real, I’m presuming memories and specifically memories of your loved ones? Very nice. 🙂

  2. “My treasures make me smile, shake my head, softly giggle deep within.”

    I just love that line, it makes me smile. 🙂 I’m thinking your treasures are your memories. I agree, that our memories are our treasures. If we take the time to write them down, then we can go back and remember in better details after time passes. I like to go back and look at pictures. The memories come flooding back and make me smile.

  3. Our treasures are stored in heaven and it is this promise that makes you softly giggle deep within. Am I right my friend? I love this post =)

  4. Weird. I was just working on something this morning where I use the same quote. As for the poem, I think my favorite part is “My treasures are like the wind”.

  5. Lovely, Iola. I particularly liked your prologue about holding your baby girl and your idea for your novel appearing. Being able to hold on to those treasures is why I love memoir. Quote from Anais Nin: “We write to taste life twice; in the moment and in retrospection.” xoA

  6. What a stimulating line of thought…our children are treasures. When my sons were small, I would sing “When I saw your face that’s the last I’ve seen of my heart.” That ended when they were old enough to perceive that my voice is no treasure. Annis’ quote carries that forward well, too. I would only add that it also applies to fiction–we only need to add the perspective of “What if…?” to find alternate paths that do indeed lead to undiscovered treasures.

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