Miniatures of this life being show throughout a camera
lens and into memories.
Collecting our joyous moments at a glance and keeping
them in albums that are treasured always in our lives.
Memories captured and shielded, allowing us to look
through them time after time.
So precious these few mementoes of time are to those
who have and cherish them in senior years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem