Box Full of Old Fashioned Love
An old biscuit tin with a faded picture
Holds a family heirloom undiscovered until now
Some letters and cards that Mum and Dad
Exchanged during their lifetime together
They both have long since left this place
Behind them their children survive
With varying degrees of success
In this battle that we all call life.
So I opened up the Biscuit box
Filled with old fashioned love
And unfolded the delicate pages
To reveal the hand-written secrets of their romance
The contents so sweet and loving
Spoke of a world long since passed
Secret rendezvous planned for weeks
Stolen kisses in the dark of night
A letter from Dad on their Silver Wedding
Wishes to share 25 more years
Saddened me to the core
I knew at the time he was dying of cancer.
But I shed happy tears at last
Knowing how much they were in love
And proving that in Romance at least
There is no escaping your genes.
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