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The Photo AlbumThe photo album holds memories Of when I was young, Looking through pictures of the past I hold them dear, each and every one. Pictures of my brothers My grandparents too, So many treasured memories They hold such a value. I wouldn't have been here If it wasn't for mom and dad, I could have been in Heaven right now They would have missed me just a tad. There were complications Had fluid on the back of my brain, They're hearts were blessed by a miracle On that cold December day. The photo album Holds such memories dear, I will forever treasure it To my heart, I keep it near. Copyright Cynthia Jones Aug.6/2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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