Old photos in the attic torn and creased with age
Each one tells a story of the bygone days
Seaside trip to Blackpool in the charabanc
Children playing happily with their buckets in the sand
Fish and chips in newspaper strolling down the prom
Happy times with family who are now long gone
Time to box the treasures and start a busy day
Smiling at the memories which will never fade away
~Lynne~
Tags: Poetry
