A father and son in a picture of time,
I can inbrase these moments as if they were mine,
These pictures are timeless the memories are locked,
Inside are minds were no one can touch,
It's not till they've gone that these memories emerge,
Of one single moment that's no longer blurred,
That feeling inside builds up and erupts,
To take you right back to the day it was took.
kevin glenn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/photo-on-a-wall/
