Within this decorated box is a love token;
A letter among pretty things I tucked away.
But in there also lies a sense of her heart broken.
And misty memories to forever stay.
As the story goes, he was so very unkind.
She, long standing at her kitchen window pane,
Where I watched her wait, for him she pined.
There she whispered, and sang softly his name.
To her pillow, I placed a lace trimmed note.
Upon it, a purple crayon colored heart.
My scribbled love letter offered much hope.
Her first smile I'd seen since they'd been apart.
I was then only a child witness to Grandpa's lies,
And saw the longing in Grandma's grieving eyes.
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