A love as old as time

A tisket, a tasket  a treasure,  in mom's basket.
Old "love" letters stuck, inside a book, dare I take a secret look?
My dad's words are written there, words of "love" they both did share.
Between, the yarn and threads of time, I saw my parents  youth unwine.
Their dreams and hopes were scattered there, among each page, of  written 
prayer.              
Letter's mom reads everyday, especially now that dad's passed away.
It's hard to think, of them once young, with thoughts that "lovers" have.
It helps me realize now, why moms so very sad!
They had a special kind, of "love", the kind thats hard to find.
A "love" thats ever-lasting.....
A "love" as old as time.

Copyright © CHRISTINE SCULL | Year Posted 2006