Dusty boxes with dusty books
They hold the memories we took
I wish we could go back
To do it all again
There is not one thing I would change.

From the first time, we became one
I knew we would become a pair
The couple, the pair who stayed
The ones who made it all the way.

Whatever the future
We will be together
Whichever one goes first
The other will follow

Then we will become one again
His ashes with mine, will be spread
Over our home place.

Then who will remember
Those dusty boxes and books
All those memories we took.

By: Connie Hopkins