Book of Memories

Hidden in the attic,
All the way upstairs,
Is something very special,
That I would like to share.

My hopes,
My dreams,
Old photographs,
Of good times
And bad times
That make me laugh.

The joy of a hug,
The thrill of a kiss,
Leaves me to remember
The pure, simple bliss.

I cry for the fun,
And giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life
I was able to maintain.

The thoughts and wishes,
They all stay with me,
All of these contained
In my book of memories.