I was thinking this morning,
Feeling down and out,
Longing for the memories that my old phone had just thrown out.

I can recall some, of the few thousand I had there;
How much can I recall? One or two here or there…

And that made me get to thinking,
Of the life which I have led,
And the memories captured in photos,
Are the ones that fill my head…

Then I got to wondering about how memories are held and made,
My grandparents couldn’t capture them,
So why am I so dismayed.

On my grandparents mantle,
They have an old photo of me,
A place where they put all of our memories.

Not capture each moment,
As a try hard photographer,
Bet they look at that photo and see,
The past times we’ve shared with glee.

I bet they look at the other side, on their wall in their lounge room,
And I bet they see who I am becoming,
And my future what I might become.

And to my grandparents those two photos are few,
But far more precious and valuable & something to be shared.

To my memories, that I probably can’t get back,
To the hard times, you can’t take those experiences back.

Then we face what good is hidden there too,
For the photos I’ve shared are far and few,
In all the photos that I’ve got,
I bet it’s the same for you.

But to my grandparents mantle, where there is only two,
They are proud and precious, and there only lay a few.

They aren’t on social media, unique to only them.

The memories they’ve captured, will never replace the feelings I’ve made with them.

Forever in my heart,
And forever in my mind,
That’s where my feeling go to and collide.

Not in photos, captured on some device,
But in those loving experience, that I’ve chosen in my mind.

So goodbye to the past, if you don’t come back that’s fine.

I’ll think I’ll be okay, with those things left in only my mind.