I looked

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

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