
I visited a place today,
a very special place where you abide.
I call it my memory box
and I keep it tucked deep inside.
I open it so gently,
not knowing what I will see.
For buried deep inside
are memories of you and me.
Memories of your gentle touch,
and your smile I always see.
Oh, there's so many memories,
memories of you and me.
I gently sort thru each one
and whisper “I LOVE YOU.'
Then I place you back in the box---
the memory box of me and you.
I tuck it back within my heart
where no one else can find
and wipe the tears
and put on a smile
so everyone will think that I am fine.
I visit you everyday, sometimes two or three,
in that memory box---
the memory box of you and me.
Written by Carolyn Bethea Trissie's Mom