| Pages |
|---|
| They’re left with her |
| Some heavy, some light |
| But honest and true |
| They’re black on white |
| They’re time pieces left |
| That none could undo |
| While the memories could hide |
| All the pages could |
| The pages would say enough |
| They’re part of her |
| They’re given in trust |
| A world to reveal |
| From stones unturned |
| A mystery told |
| With ink from a quill |
| They told me how lovely it was |
| And they show me the beauty of us |
