Photographs -

Fond remembered summer days

Of fresh cut grass and cider haze

And dipping toes

Sometimes seems like yesterday

And other days a life away

And so it goes

That as we grow, glancing back we see

Childhood slipping through the back door

Of our memory

Flowing with the overflow

Pulled under by the undertow

Until you rise

Surface in some other place

Experience etched on your face

And still surprised

And as you try

Glancing back you’ll see

Childhood creeping through the back door

Of who we used to be

Time dulls the memory, or so they say

The images we hold begin to fade away

If we could keep the dreams we have,

To watch while we’re awake

I’d keep mine in a book, bound like the photographs

The photographs

Photographs we take

The face inside the silver frame upon the wall

It breaks my heart to think

My kids won’t know the man at all

But then I close my eyes and you appear

(I close my eyes)

And as we grow, and as we grow we see

Childhood slipping through the back door

Of our memory

And as we grow, and as we grow

Children slipping through the back door and you know, you know

Time dulls the memory, and so they say

The images we hold begin to fade away

If we could keep the dreams we have,

Bound up inside a book

I’d keep mine on the mantelpiece

With the photographs

Those photographs

Those photographs we took