Reminders of what once was, And quickly slipped away from us.
Can true warmth paper in part, As we press it to our heart?
And close our eyes, longing to see, An almost forgotten memory
And magically it comes alive, And we are somewhere else inside
Moved back in time to another place, Filled with thoughts of some young face
A child, a mother, husband or friend, The possibilities have no end
At least on paper we can forever see, That precious, dear memory
Thank you that it can always last, Because of the gift of photographs.