Long forgotten letters hidden in a box
Pictures of undying Love in rusted tin and locks
Stashed away from prying eyes up through the attic stairs
Beneath the cobwebs, in the corner, aside a rocking chair
I pick the lock to take a peek at memories on a note
The photograph of you and he fishing on his boat
You looked so sweet in slender youth with ringlets on your head
The way you smiled and turned to him makes me wonder what he said.
The letter here reveals to me the way it must have been
An ever present yearning of the Love you had back then
These little souvenirs of time just prove one thing to me
That Grandpa really loved you nan it’s clearly plain to see
And in your eyes, I see that light shining from your heart
I ponder at what you must feel at being kept apart.
S. L. Davis