(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
Carboard Memories - Poem by (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
The Old Shoe Box, with the tattered
covered, lay on my lap.
With wrinkled hands, that trembled
slightly, I lifted the cover.
There, inside, were the reminders, of
precious memories of love.
A fading picture of her, with a smile, that
could brighten the darkest day. And, in my
now hazy memory, I could still hear the
words, that made life worth while; I love you.
There she was, standing on the pier, as
boats dotted the ocean blue and the
warm sun kissed her face, as a light
wind, ruffled her golden hair.
I reached in, and picked up a Valentine she
once gave me. As I read her words,
All my love...All my life, my eyes began to
fill. My minds eye pictured us, holding,
touching, forever committing our love to each other.
A dainty ribbon, with strands
of blond, still clinging there. A half used
tube of lipstick...the glasses she wore,
and a picture of our children, now scattered
to the distant places of the world. All there,
in that Old Shoe Box.
A 45 record, titled, 'Why Did I Choose You? '
I never really understood, why she choose me.
I just thank Him above, that she did.
A tiny heart, she knitted for our first grandchild;
a souvenir from our vacation; a prayer card, from
one of our children, who had passed; our
wedding announcement and an invitation for
our fiftieth anniversary.
Tear streamed down my face, as I picked up,
her obituary. For me, it all ended, when she
had gone. For me, there would be no more beloved
memories, to place, in... that Old Shoe Box.
I sat there for hours, as everything in that
Old Shoe Box, brought her back to me.
Returned, the love we had known.
Reluctantly, I replaced the cardboard lid.
I closed my eyes and whispered, 'I miss you.
Love you. Soon...we'll be together again.'
Until then, I can find our life and our love,
stored in that Old Shoe Box.
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