Shallow Thanks Along The Banks Of A Deep Memory

 

Under my breath

I offer a much-deserved

And yet unheard

Thank you to Mr. Eastman

For strengthening

Memories nearly forgotten

For helping me remember

The color of her eyes

Oh, I remember they are brown

But forgot I saw the colors of the world in them

How every time she looked around

It was the world that got absorbed by them

 

 

I took the picture

So it’s only fair

As I look at it now

That the picture takes me

Levels my emotions

Takes me back to the innocence

Only a baby’s eyes could still possess

And it only took

The picture I took

To remember

 

So if a picture says a thousand words

Take thousands of them

To give you millions of opportunities

To remember

 

The pictures, if nothing else

Placed in albums or boxes

Kept on a shelf

For as sure as you don’t

You’ll wish that you did

She’ll grow up fast

You’ll pop off the lid

The box in your lap

Old pictures in hand

The baby,

Whose eyes now belong to your “friend”

Looks at them with you

Wishing she could remember

But the only things she’ll know

Are the stories that you tell her

And the pictures that you show

 

Then, under your breath

You’ll offer a much-deserved

And yet unheard

Thank you to Mr. Eastman

For strengthening

Memories nearly forgotten

And helping you to remember

The color of her eyes

Oh, you remembered that they’re brown

But forgot you saw the colors of the world in them

How every time she looked around

It was the world that got absorbed by them

And it only took

The picture you took

To remember

 

So if a picture says a thousand words

Take thousands of them

To give you millions of opportunities

To remember