A Tip - Keep Your Old Photo Albums In a Vault
For years we’d been piling up old fashioned photos of special occasions and friends, knowing how helpful they’d be to revisit the places and things that we’d seen,
And even though some were of - ‘nobody specials’ - where only the ones still alive -- and shown in the pictures -- had even a chance of explaining what most of them mean,
Quietly perusing those black and white pictures was something we’d do now and then to trigger the mem-ries - nostalgic and timeless - we’d cherished for so many years...
Tenderly stoking the struggling fires that burn in our souls and our minds,
fostering responses reflectively ranging from laughing our butts off - to tears.
But now that a fire has stolen our his’try, and only a few that were taken
by friends are all that remain to enable our visiting pretty much all of our past...
I’m here to tell you, it’s hurting like hell to discuss how our world used to be
when all of the proof has been totally lost from our earliest years to our last.
Copyright © Mark Stellinga | Year Posted 2021
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