My Dusty Yearbook

Dusty from the basement was my yearbook. Through the molded pages I did take a look remembering the days when life was so carefree. Was that young girl with hopeful smile really me? So many other pages with the hopeful smiles, Belinda, Sandra, Samuel, William and yes Kyle. So many pages stuck together from ill care. Can’t remember what was ever pictured there. But what is left of the yearbook will tell a tale. The autographs and well wishes from friends prevail. The page has creases in it where the spine has bent. Time cannot destroy the strength of sentiment. Cherished was my look at nineteen seventy. Memories of my teen years had just flooded me. A yearbook may lose pages but not the love, not the kind that’s signed and genuinely spoken of. 8/5/20 'Dusty Old Memories' Sponsor: Constance La France