Cards
Sat here looking thru a stack
Of every I love you you gave
And I thank God for the good times
Specially now you’ve gone away
First a birthday then a Christmas
You never missed a single one
Now every folded memory culminates
With me wishing you weren’t gone
All these cards
Once touched your hands
They’re one small step back
Back to when
Every feeling
Helped warm my heart
There’s more than words
Inside these cards
Some bring laughter, others tears
Yeah who’d have thought, after all these years
How one small something, from a drawer appears
Making you cherish what’s disappeared
All these cards
Once touched your hands
They’re one small step back
Back to when
Every feeling
Helped warm my heart
There’s more than words
Inside these cards
In that envelopes a note from the heart
Don’t you dare say it’s only just a card
When the day comes, that you part
That drawer then holds priceless art
All these cards
Once touched your hands
They’re one small step back
Back to when
Every feeling
Helped warm my heart
There’s more than words
Inside these cards
Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2019
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