A picture says a thousand words,
But these are some that won’t be heard.
Protected, hiding behind the glass
Catching your eye as you walk past.
I remember every line
Of this my life, my world, Our time.
The good, the bad, the lows and highs,
The fats and thins, the His and Mys.
As years progress, the colours may fade
But the images here were foundations made,
Framed for all the world to see,
What made me smile, what made me, Me.
Times of solitude, occasions to share,
Moments of haste, knowing when to take care.
People I loved, those I lost,
My tears and pain, the emotional cost.
In years to come, as many now gone
The memories here will live on and on,
Perhaps some people will gaze in awe
At these pictures reflecting My Life’s Jigsaw.