I Returned To The Boxes

I returned to those old boxes,
I looked through them today,
I now understand how you loved,
Why it wasn't just thrown away.

So many memories stacked neatly by,
Good and bad, that was your life,
Then I felt myself began to cry,
For I to am a good loving wife.

I cleaned of the glass of a picture,
Taken so many long years ago,
In your face was a kind forgiveness,
For the love that only you would know.

Even the smile that you shared,
As you looked at each other tenderly,
Could tell anyone from an instant,
It was alove that was meant to be.

A love that lasted fifty years or more,
And now you share it all with me,
As I return to the boxes under the stairs,
To find your love, that was meant to be.