Lit by Irene the wife of Gerry Blackshaw 21st April 2013
to my darling Gerry I miss you more every day
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.
I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
... and only I would know the code.
I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
Gerry I'll never ever forget you