While digging through my chest of things
I ran across an old Photo Album book.
They were picutres that were taken of folks
that my Mother or Grandmother must have took.
There my name was written
at the bottom of them all.
Some were taken with my Grandma
when I was so very, very small.
But then there were some taken
with faces I have no memory of.
Did I really ever know them?
I didn't see that expression on my mug.
I wish that I could remember
go back to the days of these photos took.
Then maybe I could enjoy all their memories
of those forgotten faces in a book.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem