My Album

A lifetime is captured
and frozen in a frame.
Which is placed in an album
and given date, time and name.

Alongside the others,
with granny, mum and dad,
is me starting school
and all the friends that I had.

There’s a clear one of Christmas
presents under the tree.
And me nodding off
on my old grandpa’s knee.

My first bike, pram and record
that I bought for seven shillings.
My first broken limb
and my very first fillings.

Holidays and boyfriends,
a Triumph Toledo in red.
And the handsome, smiling face
of the man who I wed.

My children, my sons,
they came one by one.
Both healthy, happy boys.
A new album’s begun.

My eye is the lens
which captures the part.
The film is my memory.
The album, my heart.