The little menehune that sit upon my shelf,

smiling up at me trying to remind me to laugh at my self.

They used to sit among the clowns,

always calling me to get them down.

Smiling big with a crinkle near their eyes,

They remind me of better days and always sunny skies.

Across the great Pacific to our tiny town,

so exotic I never wanted to put them down.

A tchotchke to some, but a memory I will always treasure.

You see they belonged to my grandmother and will forever bring me pleasure.