Photo Album

I look through old pictures, as thunder booms outside,
With each loud crash, it takes my happiness in its stride.
I see the old pictures of me when i was young,
Pictures of me smiling and sticking out my tongue.

I see a picture of my grandpa and me,
Way back before the drama, when I was happy.
Way before sickness, and before death,
Before I worried to take my next breath.

A picture of us, laying on the bed,
I was just a baby, as I laid by his head.
He looked so healthy, and young at that,
I turn the page, and it's me and my cat.

She was so old, and when I went out of town,
She died, and got buried into the ground.
The next pictures are me in school,
As well as some parties by the pool.

I see old friends, who I see no more,
As we sit and play in the waves at the shore.
I see a picture, of the one who broke my heart,
The one who I met, pushing a shopping cart.

He moved away, and now we don't talk,
Yet I remember when we held hands and walked.
Then I see my old singing teacher,
Who taught me so long, and my voice she featured.

She got sicker the longer I knew her, and then she too died,
As the ropes holding my life together began to untie.
The same day she died, my grandpa got cancer,
And un-gluing my heart was the new's answer.

The next pages of pictures, were him getting worse,
And he got so bad, there was nothing to reverse-
All that was wrong, so at 70 he died,
And for once I actually cried.

The rest of the pages are blank, because were up to date,
I notice the thunder is causing the walls to vibrate.
I've lost everyone, it seems like I love,
Yet their now free as doves.

I've lost my grandpa, singing teacher and cat,
I've lost the love from my father at that.
I've loved and lost, yet never gained,
Yet the memories and the pictures will remain.