Shoebox Of Love

I used to laugh at your shoebox of souvenirs,
Little keepsakes collected over the years.

Love notes and letters before texts were the thing,
Moments in time describing how you made my heart sing.

Tickets for buses and boats to make sure we weren't apart,
Tickets for concerts, remembering great times from the start.

An acorn that fell on our picnic rug on the beach,
Before children, yet while dreams were still within reach.

The corks of bottles celebrating deep joy,
Inscribed with dates including names for a girl and a boy.

Dried flowers from every time I remembered how they made you feel,
Small tokens of love, I wish I sent more to show we were the real deal.

First shoes of children that made our life complete,
Shaped pieces of leather upon perfect feet.

New years eve poppers from celebrations with friends,
Cards signed with passion, emotion outlined with pens.

Silk pouches containing every tooth fairy prize,
Coins left under pillows, never thinking of last goodbyes.

A pebble from the weekend you rescued my soul,
In a pit of despair, you pulled me from the hole.

Doctors letters charting hope on the decline,
Clues to the reality behind saying 'I'm fine'.

A DVD of photographs playing our life in song,
Thinking it would never end, how could we be so wrong.

Now I close the box for the tenth time today,
I'll open it often and listen to your voice to show me the way.