Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 57.0: June 26th, 2007

Photo Album
by Belinda Roddie

It’s all too strange

When I take and rearrange the memories when I’m eighteen

Of jubilees and summer festivities

And faces caressed by the breeze

Of a tender spring

Thus they are rendered from one’s heartstrings

Which hold each small past image like marionettes high

Enough for me to see

And then one day

When dazy moon is pinned away

In Mother’s breast, she’ll hold me near

And whisper love songs in my ear

And all the years that have passed will seem

To be nothing more than just a dream

And I wonder, should I use the key

To release the memory?

The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since June 26th, 2007.