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.