Sitting on an old creaky porch wrapped in a shawl. I open a faded photo album and begin to look at the pictures with in. I see images of youth where I had great beauty. I see toothless smiles of children. I look at birthdays and weddings and pick out who was not there. I remember the laughter, joy and sorrows as if it were yesterday. I turn each page with care looking at each one as if  were a priceless gem. I relish my book of memories as a treasure to be kept and passed on so others may relive the days gone by and keep a part of their life with them when they to have grown with the passing of time.