My house is full of little things she bought me.
My mind is full of the huge things she taught me.
She gave me so much
As we made our way through life.
We shared so many ups and downs
When we both became a wife.
She was always a bright spark,
alway full of fun.
We had no idea
the deadly disease had begun.
When she knew there was no hope
She was the one who helped me cope.
Then one day she gave me
a tiny box wrapped in ribbons and a dove.
Keep that safe,she said,
it'll be there when you need it-
it's a little box of love.
It's my little piece of comfort
to help me through the years.
Though every time I look at it
I can't hold back the tears.
I miss her and I think of her
with every passing day.
Sometimes I think she's with me
when I need to find the way.
I hope she's up there,somewhere
looking down on me from above
and watches,when I'm sitting here
holding my little box of love.
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