The old photo album sleeping like a baby in a bed of dust
Awakened by the whispering air, dreams of the old memories
Of family and friends, happiness and joy, love and trust
The musty smell of the photo album enlivened some aged stories.
Perhaps the time is not too strong to disfigure one’s past
A time reversal magical gift as long as it can last
The first page opens with the best couple in the world
A happy face of my sister as the next page unfurled.
Page by page walking down memory lane
Electrical pulses of nerves triggered in the brain
Then I found myself on the eleventh page
Curly hair and plump face at that tender age.
Pages after pages fluttered in the air
Joyful and teary moments a lot to share
The last page is flung open single and empty
Life is waiting to unfold stories in plenty.