Everything Has Got a Story

EVERYTHING HAS GOT A STORY-ROME OCTOBER 31ST 2006 As I started to pack, And put things away one by one; I remembered that all these “things “ here. Have a special place in my heart. The first bottle of wine, To celebrate the new house, The first plate, bowl and glass. Our first dinner, I didn’t realise it could have been the last. The shells and the rocks from every beach that I’ve seen. The sand and little stones. The pictures the memories. The coins from Scotland, The book from Sicily And the ashtray from Greece, The postcard from Croatia… The pyjamas, and angel clock, That are still hidden away, Because the tears still fall. The poetry I wrote for you, The picture I took. The birthday candles… The wood flowers. The posters and pictures, All things on the wall…. The first Christmas tree, The strawberry wine from Germany, The pain and the tears, Trapped in this now empty house for so many years. Our first bottle of wine, The wind chimes that blow, If the breeze is just right, The stars that glow on my ceiling at night. The time is now to put them to away, Out of sight out of my life. The memories will fade. I look around at this now empty place, And realise that everything has got a story.