Many days have gone by, turned into years long ago
I reach for my album, because I long for you so.

As colourful leaves descend from a majestic family tree,
That moment is captured becoming a photographic memory.

Ancestors on tintype, images frozen in time,
So we know who we are, have been passed down the line.

Black and white prints of grandparents now yellowed by age,
In the "Book Of Life" this collection forms the next page.

Snapshots of a beautiful young women, a man with eyes sky blue
Soon to become parents of a baby daughter and little boys "two".

Because of these treasures, my link to the past
Memories of my loved ones forever will last.

And when a dear friend asks me my life story to impart,
I'll show her my "inheritance", the people who live in my heart.