Picking through old photographs. <br />Recalling ghosts of the past. <br />Remembering people and places, <br />But the pictures are all that will last. <br /> <br />Just frozen moments of memory, of good times, <br />So long ago. <br />Of summers that died with the winter <br />Of laughter buried neath snow. <br /> <br />But then the snow melts away with a warm spring day <br />And laughter returns to my heart. <br />So I start life again, but still bear the pain <br />Of living while we are apart.<br /><br />Brian Joseph Dickenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-14/
