MUSIC BOX

I wanted to leave something for her to remember me by 
Something she would cherish when it's my turn to die 
My daughter means the world  and more to me 
In this poem I think it will be plain to see

One morning passing a second hand shop
Something made me smile and stop 
It was the very thing I was looking for 
A music box that would hold memories that is for sure 

My daughter has had this box for a long time now
Although I've long since gone we feel connected somehow
Daughter dear daughter I'm sure you think of me
Everytime you wind that box and turn the key