The Aged Picture
For years I kept your picture
Since our dream bloomed
A happy family, we assumed
Our hearts will bond together
Smiling in black and white
Your soft voice resounding
I love you my darling
Everything will be all right
Your smile comes alive
Shaky hand touches your lip
My whisky glass nearby flips
Memento suddenly deprived
With tissue I start dabbing
To save your lovely face
Even it left slight smear trace
In my mind you're still smiling
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
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