Photographs
As I study these old photographs
memories wash over me like a
flood and the love shines down
from above like the warmest of
summer days
Smiling faces stare back at me
and I remember a grandmother's
hug, grandfather's joking manner,
the way mother would laugh,
the crooked slant of dad's hat...
There is a special feeling that comes
from wandering down memory lane,
a little bittersweet perhaps, but a road no less
traveled in spite of its rocky turns, for that
road holds my memories of you
Lynn West
(c) 2009
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