This was Published in 2000
THE TRUNK
Love notes upon weathered pages,
kept through the ages,
ready to crumble into dust,
and float way with the winds gust.
Ageless rose pressed between a book,
yellowed picture of how we used to look,
secrets within a diary, behind a lock,
of remembered kisses and midnight walks.
Heart-shaped box, received on Valentine's Day,
once filled with chocolate candy,
bound with a strand of lace,
brings to mind your loving face.
Golden locket, now within my hand,
a reminder of shattered dreams, no wedding band,
all these treasures, locked away,
within the trunk so old and gray.
this was before I met Russ.
pamel
