Sunday, May 29, 2011

Weird things they are.
Take you back to the time where you belong,
Some cried, some laughed.
Some just were there to walk along,
Some moments that bring tears to your eyes,
Some moments that tickle you, like a feather,
Written words of smiles and friendships,
Or unspoken promises of tomorrow,
Now you  turn back and see.
It was never meant to be.
A mother's smile, a father's wit.
A sister's hug, a lover's split.
But most valuable of all above,
Pictures, bring back people you love.
Black and white, or splashes of red.
Remind you of the things unsaid.
Of people and feelings that die never,
A picture is a memory forever.