A simple and spare ode to the treasures we find and keep in our pockets and the memories they hold A girl and her mom take a walk and fill their pockets along the way: the ocean, in the form of a seashell. A sunflower seed. A pretty rock. A snack. Pockets not only hold hands and things that just might come in handy; they hold things we need and want. Pockets hold treasures. And they hold moments and memories that stop time—that blossom.