Old Souvenirs

on my nightstand there's a photograph
of a woman just eighteen
as she stares back at me
her eyes they shine so familiar

in a shoebox there's a letter
she writes of her day to day
as i canvas across each page
i'm grateful that i have her name

should i forget all my distant memories
like the thrill of first love, or when it walked away from me
or would i regret letting go of what i used to be
these old souvenirs remind me

in the back of my jewelry box
is the necklace she left to me
and as i put it on, oh the memories
come flooding back to me

should i forget all my distant memories
like the thrill of first love, or when it walked away from me
or would i regret letting go of what i used to be
these old souvenirs remind me

i hope she knows



Credits
Writer(s): Anne Fitzgerald Olson, John Worth Lynn
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