Memories
A red folder in an envelope,
A folder of memories
Memories from times that passed,
That just exists in photo albums from a time almost forgotten.
A room once filled with laughs,
With a grandfather young and caring
And small feet running on the wooden floor
Lemonade and crumbles on the table
And a worrying grandmother,
Telling the feet to slow down.
A perfect picture,
Waiting on being remembered,
Brought back from the past.
Traveling from post office to post office
In a red envelope,
Slowly getting closer to the hands,
That once held that lemonade glass
And once ate those cinnamon roles,
To help remember,
When life was easy
And filled with so uch energy
When dreams came true and princesses lived
And parents saved you from monsters under the bed.
So long ago but safely kept and easily brought back
With a picture,
Traveling in a red anvelope...
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