Tuesday 27th September
All my many photographs
Make a precious storybook
Of times and moments in the past
I just flick through for a look
As I was capturing life
So as never to forget
Those memories last a lifetime
And there's no room for regret
That precious, sweet second
When all was fine and innocent
That's where I transport myself
There's really is no equivalent
Love you both so much
Treasured sons
xxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
So very true. You knew I would agree, Melanie
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Thank you Derrick.
And yes, one’s photographs become so very precious, when that is all that remains….. memories, laughter and tears.
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I have photos all over my walls, well not so much at the moment due to having to remove them for the workmen to do their stuff without fear of damaging them but they will go back
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Photos of days gone by, happy memories, make me smile.
Thank you so much.
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Wow. High impact poetry. Bravo!
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Thank you so very much.
Most kind.
Melanie x
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Amazing Pictures
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Very many thanks.
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