The pages of this old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
Every lovers wildflower or weed in pretty bloom pressed; flattened
as if entombed
fragile yet forever etched memory of long ago time
when I was young -he was too and I just knew he was the one...
sepia photos of my great grandmother 8 or so in pigtails like I used to always make her braid mine .. looks just like me when I was that age We must've been generational gap twins

Mama' in 1966 when she came in 2nd in Dr. Boshells Ms Posture...