Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Treasure trove

by Liam Maloney

My mother keeps
all her jewellery
in a red, velvet-lined case.

She hardly ever
wears the glittering pieces
but I think
she likes the memories
stored in each.

When I ran two marathons
in Dublin and in Belfast
I gave her the souvenir medals
as keepsakes.
A tangible thanks
for carrying me –
firstly for nine months
and then for ever after.

She put those medals in that box
and I was glad.

Added: 21.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


This poem reads really well until the last stanza.


simple short poem that says so so much more between the lines. i loved it