Memories and moments
Hold each others hands
Treasured in our hearts
Framed in gold till the day we depart
Can we ever learn to let go
And leave it all behind
Little gifts of love
So precious in our minds
My mothers name, so neat
Etched in my fathers hand
The letters brown and fading
And yet in my memories they stand.
The photo frame that holds them
Sepia, tinted old
Their smiles still fresh and glowing
Both so precious, much more than gold.
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Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2021
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