That old drawer of photographs <br />Always gives me giggles and laughs <br /> <br />When i spread them on my Room's floor <br />I find any memory im Looking for <br /> <br />every time i take a look <br />Magicly i get Hooked <br /> <br />even if i saw them befor <br />each time they show me more <br /> <br />Many happy faces <br />Old wonderful places <br /> <br />they open for me thousand doors <br />and pull me to get in and explore <br /> <br />I remember all the games we played <br />and all the funny Houses we made <br /> <br />Watching Cartoons on Grandpa's TV <br />Dreaming we are part of Whatever we see <br /> <br />And whenever Grandma comes <br />We beg her for sweets and gums <br /> <br />Miss those innocence days <br />Where joy were Found in many ways <br /> <br />WhereHearts wereYoung and Pure <br />Never understood how to feel soar <br /> <br />As mush as i bleed those Images to stay <br />I Realize that Good bye is the only way <br /> <br />And as i wave those Days Goodbye <br />Around my head they started to Fly <br /> <br />And Whispered <br /> <br />'Even If we are Gone <br />Inside you we are always Found' <br /> <br />Sarah Ibrahim ©<br /><br />Sarah Ibrahim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/photographs-7/
