Pictures
a flash of golden memories,
from the womb to the tomb,
reflections past to present
preserved for future generations
so as not to be forgotten,
recorded imagery of a time,
stored away for another day,
to be discovered and reminisced
those who knew not the subject
play the game of discovery
to see who had their name,
to study the history,
from whence they came
a visual chronology of family fame,
your own, one day the same,
a loving vision into the past,
maybe some things do last
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