Letters kept in a velvet box
Faded by the passing years,
She reads them every day
Eyes filled with salty tears.

Memories come drifting back
As she reads them one by one;
Words of love he wrote to her,
Treasured now he has gone.

It seems such a long time ago
Since the day he went away,
Gone are the sweet tomorrows
Now she's lost in the yesterdays.

Yet whenever she reads his words
Memories of the past unwind,
For the special love they shared
Lives on in her heart and mind.

Marian Jones
http://www.mariansworldofpoetry.com