In pages worn, beneath the prose
They're pressed in a book where quietude grows
Grandma left them there, amidst the ink
Faded petals in violet and pink
Faded petals in violet and pink
Between each leaf, they gently lay
Memories from long ago, in floral array
And oh how tenderly and silently
They speak of past summer days spent freely
Little echoes of laughter under the sun
Held still in time, each and every one
Nature's bookmarks, timeless and fair
A legacy of love, forever to share
Forever to share
Tucked in the shadows of stories told
They bloom in silence, old yet bold
Preserved by hands that cherished their hue
Pressed in this book, they whisper and woo