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There are pictures in my head that I alone can see...

memories of a million things that happened just to me,

The day my aunt and I were decked in crisp and frilly dresses,

with an Easter Sunday mud fight we became two awful messes!



I see the Boston terrier pup that I kept in my purse,

too young to be away from mom, but the mother would not nurse.

A picture of a younger me and my three sons one day,

As we gathered neighbor children for a baseball game to play.



The house I lived in as a child, built far back in the woods,

a happy time as memories go when life went as it should.

My mother's hand upon my brow as she sought a fever there,

The warmth that fills me at her touch, and her gentle loving care.



I see the people who are gone to other worlds or places,

and I remember happy times and their laughing smiling faces.

It's just too bad that I can't print these pictures in a book

then everytime that I felt sad, I could take a closer look.



But I am thankful anyway that God gave me a mind

that remembers bits of happiness from other days and time.

And when I need the solace, I can sit in calm respite,

enjoying all my photographs from the vault that holds them tight.