At the back of the wardrobe
lies, a shoebox of memories
of years gone by,
letters and photographs
filled with memories
of years before we grew old.
As I opened the lid
the memories came flooding out
and swirled around my head,
memories filled with smiles and laughter
at the things we used to do.
I'm glad that you didn't decided to keep this one locked away in the closet David Beautiful words painting beautiful pictures Love duncan X
I think I have that same shoebox in my closet...: O) ...thanks for reminding me to take a trip down memory lane
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Christmas seems to be a time for reminiscing and your Shoebox holds a treasury of people and places that will continue to smile at you over the years. A warm and fuzzy poem. love, Allie xxxx