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Paper Memories by Janet Martin © 2009 Nothing makes us cry or laugh Like a paper photograph Paper memories, what a treasure Poring over them with pleasure There's dear dad so long ago Before his hair was white as snow There's young Bud in his snow suit My oh my, but he was cute There's my school where braids were pulled The old T-bird with gas tank full Oh what memories, oh what laughs In this book of photographs There's the house of yester-years Rooms that echo smiles and tears There's the pump out in the yard A splashing drink when work was hard There's the family, prim and proper And little Tom, the real show-stopper Lady, the dog I well remember Flaming maples in September Oh, here's you, taken by surprise Look at the fire in those eyes And see young Charles, he looks like you Way back in nineteen seventy- two Here's a photo of my mother Paper treasure like no other I gaze into her loving eyes And hear her distant lullabies Dear Lord, sometimes I feel like sighing Life is short, there's no denying Help me treasure every smile In thankfulness, walk every mile So I can cherish by-gone stages As I fondly turn the pages Paper memories, paper treasures Think I'll take an hour of leisure To sit awhile, to cry and laugh And linger o'er each photograph I'll thank my God, through smiles and tears For every loved one through the years And someday others here will look At my photo in some book They'll speak of when I passed away I wonder what else they will say Will they thank God and cry and laugh As they look at my photograph? |
 This poem was a finalist in the June 2009 poetry contest |
This poem may be use within Christian ministries for any non-profit purpose without requesting permission.