When i opened the lid
of that old shoebox
i saw in a glance
the memories of the past
Pictures of my family,
parents, brothers and sisters
And photographs of myself
as a young child
Memories
that made the past come alive
And yet, from the heart i knew
that those old days
wouldn't really come back
I saw memories
from my mothers smile
and in my mind
i heard the sound of my fathers voice
telling us exciting stories
I felt a strong longing
an unprecedented desire
to the love and security of my youth
Suddenly, the lid of the old shoebox
dropped and closed
and with it everything disappeared
including those treasurable memories
of my past
Now the only thing i wish for is
just to go back
for a brief moment in time
to hold my parents tight in my arms
and to tell them straight from the heart
how much i loved them
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