Tangible Nostalgia

I\’m sure we all have different stories about our Easter Holidays and I can assure you mine was the least colorful… I spent my easter slaving away at home making sure everything was just right for everyone… *sigh* I did however spend a few quiet moments in the house one rainy night looking through some old stuff and I came across a box of pictures…. No fancy stories, just a whole lot of nostalgia about the old days and some faded pictures in a box… It wasn\’t quite so simple though… This really was some tangible nostalgia… Something, we all need in our lives… As you can probably guess, it generated some literature…

BOX OF PICTURES

Laughing at the beach, not a care in the world,

The dusk o so quickly descending,

We walked arm in arm, strolled in the dark,

On each other forever depending,

The funeral march, a long sad affair,

Tears flow, no one pretending,

Twenty-one gun salute, cracks the still air,

The start of sorrow, unending,

A baby in arms, a smile for all seasons,

A new life, a new mind inventing,

Endless joy, we rejoice for all reasons,

We smile without him intending.

My love in my arms, a picturesque moment,

We profess our love unending,

My bickering love, the source of my torment,

She bickers, without once relenting.

How times fade away, they’re gathering dust,

Their firm shiny frames now bending,

As I look in the past, because I choose not I must,

I find this box of pictures needs mending.