She sat there with a box,
Her treasure trove -
His things.
It had been a while,
Deep down, she sighed,
Oh, how reality stings.
So much of him, she found,
And realized,
All was not lost.
His radiant smile, now on her,
A happy past, she wouldn’t change,
At any cost.
It was that old wedding photograph,
Grainy, discolored,
Just a paper - xerox copy.
Brought back all her smiles,
Her memories,
Now a little choppy.
I watched, as she lit up,
Grandpa –
Still her hope and light.
Gone a long time,
But still with her,
In this piece of black and white.
Her treasure trove -
His things.
It had been a while,
Deep down, she sighed,
Oh, how reality stings.
So much of him, she found,
And realized,
All was not lost.
His radiant smile, now on her,
A happy past, she wouldn’t change,
At any cost.
It was that old wedding photograph,
Grainy, discolored,
Just a paper - xerox copy.
Brought back all her smiles,
Her memories,
Now a little choppy.
I watched, as she lit up,
Grandpa –
Still her hope and light.
Gone a long time,
But still with her,
In this piece of black and white.
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