Poetry Contest Entry – Your Scrapbook
By Ms. J .Lee Reed –
You might recall a holiday
with a memory quick and faint
but it’s the little things that seem to stay
the simple, common, quaint
They seem to sit so quietly
in the scrapbook of your mind
( your hair was wet with April rain)
( his subtle smile was genuine)
So easily carried throughout your life
tucked into the pockets of time
as you careen through joy and grief
all big things left far behind
Emotional calamity fills our days
’till we stop and reminisce
All the little things,
that mean everything,
because that’s all life really is
