Memories of Yesterday
Memories Of Yesterday
A drawer filled with tattered
worn albums.
Each album holds sepia
toned pictures.
Photos of long dead members
of the family tree.
Most of them I never
knew.
I rarely look at them as
they are the past.
I hold on to them
because I am part of them.
I see a blank spot
reserved just for me.
I too will become one
of them some day.
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2025
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