• Hidden in the attic,
    all the way upstairs,
    is something very special,
    that I would like to share.

    My hopes,
    my dreams,
    old photographs,
    of good times and bad times that make me laugh.

    The joy of a hug,
    the thrill of a kiss,
    leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.

    I cry for the fun,
    and giggle for the pain,
    I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.

    The thoughts and wishes,
    they all stay with me,
    all of these contained in my book of memories.