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