Photos tell alot of storys,
And bring back memories too,
When i look at the photographes,
All i see is you.
My eyes they fill with tears,
As i look right at your smile,
I want to just reach in that photo,
And hold you for awhile.
But i dont want these photos,
I would rather have you,
But death it tore us apart,
And away you went, you flu.
But to open up this box,
Is nice to do once in awhile,
To see you here with us again,
And see your wonderful smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem