Her lover's tune

As she sat on the old rickety chair by the fireplace With an orange cat by her feet and a knitting yarn in her hands, An old music box played a rhythmic pattern on repeat. As the notes flew into the ears of the listener, Memories of the past started gushing out; Those days in the past where she had to hide in an old cart till her lover called out a tune Those days where she had to steal some of the freshly baked cookies from her mother's oven which was meant for afternoon tea Those times where she had to steal her father's freshly brewed beer which was meant for Thanksgiving Just to have a little picnic on the shores of the river with her lover The shore where he played their favourite tunes with his little guitar The shore where she nestled in her lover's arms while they watched the setting sun, a little music box playing his favourite tunes while he sung them aloud All these moments were reopened by the music box he gave to her as his parting gift. Even though he was no more, she knew in her heart that his soul comforted her by his favourite tunes.