"RECORDS"
by Joanne Boyle
by Joanne Boyle
I keep playing all those memories,
the ones from Yesteryear.
Where we would bake together,
and you'd put flour in my hair.
some times the needle sticks.
I see that as a sign, or is
my mind just playing tricks.
I miss your smile that danced,
as it moved from ear to ear.
The records are now dripping wet,
from every memories tear.
I pick the records up,
So much I want to see again.
but I can't bring myself to stop,
the one that is still playing.
I save our favourite memory.
Its the last one I will play.
It's where we meet again,
on a sunny day.
Joanne Boyle
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