I
looked through the doors and windows
Through
my wrinkles and greys
I
could swear you were just here
I can
still smell your presence
I am
still learning the lessons
There you are;
Staring at me
Red,
shimmering and bold
Under
the pile of paper
My
youth, my past, my present
My
childhood album
(C) Juztamom 2013
