Scrapbooking

My favorite hobby has always been scrapbooking It's such a creative activity to do For pictures and poems, I'm always looking Forever scanning magazines through and through I look for pictures of people and places Some happy, some excited, some tired, some sad I try to find real emotional traces And whatever I like, to my scrapbooks I add Over the years many books I have made Scrapbooks of poetry old and new Old web sites and online pictures I raid Some of my scrapbooks are happy, some blue Certainly, on this hobby you can say I'm hooked There's nothing like it to keep me involved No one would believe how hard I have looked For rhymes and riddles that will never be resolved I started this past time at our church Each Wednesday all the ladies would look Each one in her chair quietly perched Consumed with finding the perfect hook Everyone knows that you must create ideas Inspiring and intriguing to reel in a person Someone who will cast off all their fears And stop to read your poem for a life lesson I love scrapbooking, it's so rewarding It brings childhood memories back to me School days when with friends consorting Times that were so happy and carefree Often I reread through my many books Books I've created by myself Sometimes I find things that I've overlooked Words that reveal how I once felt Poems about family and friends so dear Poems about God's creatures so lovely Poems about Nature, Seasons, and Fears Poems about things you can't buy with money I'm planning on leaving my scrapbooks all To my kids and grandkids after I'm done When this life with its troubles are just a sad pall And all they have left is the legacy I've begun I never had many pictures or prose Left me by parents or other relations That's why I suppose I strive to compose Scrapbooks to leave to younger generations I want them to always remember me as The Grandma that loved them so I hope they realize that I had pizzazz Even though I can't leave them much dough The things that are important in life Aren't always the things that are seen When you live through all the sorrow and strife You'll understand just what I mean A love of poetry is what I will leave For my children and grandchildren too For what is a life and to what will you cleave If great poetry is missing from you By Julia Shaw May 2020