“Time is but the stream

I go a-fishing in.”

Henry David Thoreau

They say that one picture

Is worth a thousand words

And very often with a snapshot

Thousands of memories unfurl

Memories that you’ve never lost

But that you’ve gently tucked away

Memories you don’t think about much

Until you spot them in a snapshot one day

I was rummaging through some old photos

When I came upon this tattered old pic

And my soul was suddenly transported there

To that wooden porch and that old home of brick

I was suddenly kneeling out on that back porch

On a delightfully cool city summer’s day

With my loyal canine companion Mousie

A sweet dog who always loved to play

She and I would romp through that old backyard

Gazing with awe upon my grandmother’s flowers

Then we’d pitch the old canvas tent and camp out

Pretending we were in the jungle – great explorers

Grandma would eventually call out to us

Bringing cold milk a sandwich and some pie

While the three of us sat out on that little city porch

Laughing and giggling as the day merrily sauntered by

After lunch Grandma would tend to her garden

While little Mousie and I watched and learned

I was fascinated by Grandma’s knowledge

And to be as smart as her I yearned

Soon she’d take us to the old canning shed

And I would marvel at all the delectable treats

That my grandmother had so diligently prepared

Some were tangy tart and some were oh so sweet

Eventually as the bright summer sun would set

The three of us would eagerly head back inside

To a marvelous ethnic home cooked meal

Grandma always prepared with love and pride

Memories that you’ve never lost

But that you’ve gently tucked away

Memories you don’t think about much

Until you spot them in a snapshot one day