An old cardboard box,
Filled with love,
Photos of you,
That I love to see.
I need them so,
For you're up above,
They are my gift,
That's all there will be.
Days on the beach,
Smiles all around,
These wonderful treasures,
I keep safe and sound.
Without them,
I'd never relive my past,
Just looking at them,
It takes me back,
To our special time,
Those wonderful days,
When we, spent time together,
In our own precious way.
Jayne Louise Davies
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