The pictures hang on evíry wall around
And perch upon each tabletop in show
Itís quite a crowd and memories surround
Completely bathing me in warming glow.
Politely they take turns relating days
Gone by; each tale retold pure gold contains
Despite the passing years, timeís gauzy haze,
Unscathed, their brilliant luster yet remains.
I dust them off, return each to its place
Arranging captured moments tenderly
My soul is kissed by evíry smiling face
Thatís beaming forth a cherished memory.
Within my mind dwell treasures that are real
Possessions that no thief could ever steal.