Written by S.C.Downey
The long forgotten memories sit in a dusty, old box in the attic.
No one wants to remember them because they bring agony to the brain.
They once had family goals, but now they are broken dreams.
If only vows were where more than words, they would be whole.
And, that dusty, old box in the attic would be an abundance of pictures with smiles around the fireplace.