Taking pictures of pictures, so precious and few,
Snapshots of moments we can never re-do;
So many, I’d freeze-frame if I had the chance,
Saving each second that I spent with you.
And though some may capture the light of your smile,
The curl of your hair or that glint in your eye,
They can never quite capture the essence of you,
Your contagious laugh, your contented sigh.
I never could catch that look you gave me
When we are alone and no one could see.
Yet, when memory fades and my eyes grow dim,
For each one we took, how thankful I’ll be!
Each moment in time will be doubly blessed,
A priceless heirloom for a heart that’s bereft,
When I find myself alone in my room
Taking pictures of pictures, ‘cause that’s all I have left.
1/27/2023