Open it up, only empty pages are before you,
One by one, we add a picture, a scene from time,
Frozen within pages of a book, hidden with each turn.
It can not hold all that we see, not enough room for our history,
A photo album to pass along, share memories of life and family.
Not a movie, piece by piece, a glimpse of an adventure of life,
Turn the pages and find that with the passing time a book filled.
We become frozen in time, memories that we leave behind,
Expressions shared in pictures, we close the book on a simple time.