The Music Box

By C. David Hay © 1990

An Excerpt from the book, "Wings of the Mind."

Issue: May, 1990

I never really knew the words
But hear the music still,
A melody that haunts my mind
And probably always will.

Although it was a humble gift,
She treasured it above
More valuable possessions -
There is no price on love.

The lid was painted flowers
Like the ones I never gave.
I hope she sees the rose too late
Now placed upon her grave.

Little boys grow up too fast
And mothers leave too soon.
For all the words that went unsaid -
I'm left with but a tune.

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