PHOTO ALBUM,


 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.

                Keith Garrett