Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.118.147.65

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

As she sat on the old rickety chair by the fireplace 
With an orange cat by her feet and a knitting yarn in her hands,
An old music box played a rhythmic pattern on repeat. 
As the notes flew into the ears of the listener,
Memories of the past started gushing out;
Those days in the past where she had to hide in an old cart till her lover called out a tune
Those days where she had to steal some of the freshly baked cookies from her mother's oven which was meant for afternoon tea
Those times where she had to steal her father's freshly brewed beer which was meant for Thanksgiving 
Just to have a little picnic on the shores of the river
with her lover 
The shore where he played their favourite tunes with his little guitar
The shore where she nestled in her lover's arms while they watched the setting sun, a little music box playing his favourite tunes while he sung them aloud 
All these moments were reopened by the music box  he gave to her as his parting gift.
Even though he was no more, she knew in her heart that his soul comforted her by his favourite tunes.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required