For Constance
Faded black and white photos
Loved ones lost long ago
Girlish dreams, packed in a wicker chest
Faded and worn from use and age
Hope in my chest for a better tomorrow
To be loved, protected and cherished
For all life. Where is my Prince?
Memories of a girlish heart packed in the chest
Buried deep to forgetfulness
Wonder if all the acquaintances would
Recall the girl in the photos with fondness at all?
For Constance LaFrance's contest Dusty box of Memories
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009
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