Photographs are smiles that last forever Snowmen that can never melt away
Birthday celebrations caught in amber Rescued from the vaults of yesterday

Faces that were once more dear than diamonds Boys who kept you up until the dawn
Houses filled with bicycles and babies Ghosts who left their shadows on the lawn

Then turn the page And see the children grow The adults age The lovers come and go

Photographs are holes in time's grey curtain Through them we can peek into the past
Call upon our parents and our children Pop a cork with members of the cast

There they are, the days of jazz and joy-rides Snaps of magic moments lit by laughs
If you ever find my house on fire Leave the silver Save the photographs

Fran Landesman