Hidden in the attic,
All the way upstairs,
Is something very special,
That I would like to share.
My hopes,
My dreams,
Old photographs,
Of good times and bad times that
Make me laugh.
The joy of a hug,
The thrill of a kiss,
Leaves me to remember the
Pure, simple bliss.
I cry for the fun,
And giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able
To maintain.
The thoughts and wishes,
They all stay with me,
All of these contained in my
Book of Memories.
-Kathleen Sheppard-
